No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

Saturday morning was their unrestricted television time, and they usually took advantage of it to watch a series of cartoon shows that would certainly have been impossible before the discovery of LSD.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.