I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.
I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the late movies.
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.