I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

... I tried to end our little duel. I called out pacifying words; I entreated; I finally surrendered. Still Clyde came, my pirate costume so great a success that it had apparently convinced him that we were back in the golden days of romantic old New Orleans when gentlemen decided matters of hot dog honor at twenty paces