The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.
A humane and authentic book written by another voice from the trenches.
Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?
I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.
At least being nuts is being somewhere.
There is nothing that you can do to me that my own craziness doesn't do to me smarter and faster and better.