I'm a creature of the New York City streets.
For the first year of marriage I had basically a bad attitude. I tended to place my wife underneath a pedestal.
Death is an acquired trait.
I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.
My grandfather was a very insignificant man, actually. At his funeral his hearse followed the other cars.
I was raised in the Jewish tradition, taught never to marry a Gentile woman, shave on a Saturday night and, most especially, never to shave a Gentile woman on a Saturday night.