been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

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.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.