The truth will always have a market.
Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.
I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.