Whistler,' Manet Called. 'how's Your Mother?

Tommy Had Felt Alone In A Crowd Before, Even Inferior To Everyone In A Crowd, But Now He Felt, Well, Different. It Wasn't Just The Clothes And The Make Up, It Was The Humanity. He Wasn't Part Of It. Heightened Senses Or Not, He Felt Like He Had His Nose Pressed Against The Window, Looking In. The Problem Was, It Was The Window Of A Donut Shop.

Sometimes This High-tech World Calls For Low-tech Solutions.

The Bat Was Looking At Theo And Theo Was Having Trouble Following His Own Thoughts.the Bat Was Wearing Tiny Sunglasses.ray Bans,theo Could See By The Trademark In The Corner Of One Lens."i'm Sorry, Mr.,uh- Case, Could You Take The Bat Off Your Head.it's Very Distracting." Him." Pardon?" It's A Him.roberto.he No Like The Light.

Tommy Moved On. "lash, Your People Have Been Oppressed For Hundreds Of Years. It's Time To Strike Back. Look, You Don't Have Your Mba Yet - They Haven't Completely Juiced You Of Your Usefulness Yet. Would Martin Luther King Back Down From This Challenge? Malcolm X? James Brown? Don't You Have A Dream? Don't You Feel Good, Like You Knew That You Would, Now?

Even A Mentally Challenged Shark Would Figure Out That Sea Turtles Did Not Wear Boxer Shorts Printed In Flying Piggies, And No Sea Turtle Would Be Yattering Streams Of Obscenities Between Chain-smoker Gasps Of Breath.