I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
In God we trust; all others pay cash.
Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
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.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.