On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.

I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

Ignore that nightmare in the bathroom. Just another ugly refugee from the Love Generation, some doom-struck gimp who couldn't handle the pressure. My attorney has never been able to accept the notion - often espoused by reformed drug abusers and especially popular among those on probation - that you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them. And neither have I, for that matter.

No cop was ever born who wasn't a sucker for a finely-executed high-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.

Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

At age 22 I set what I insist is an all-time record for distance hitchhiking in Bermuda shorts: 3,700 miles in three weeks.