You cheap honky faggots,
Live steady. Don’t fuck around. Give anything weird a wide berth–including people. It’s not worth it. I learned this the hard way, through brutal overindulgence.
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish-a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow-to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
The first time I managed to pick up a basketball I knew I was destined to lead the UK to another National championship. … Even now, so many years later, I still believe Kentucky will go undefeated in March & win everything.
Don’t say that,
Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.
There was only one road back to L.A. – U.S. Interstate 15. Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity.
Whatever else might be said about Nixon-and there is still serious doubt in my mind that he could pass for Human-he is a goddamn stone fanatic on every facet of pro football.
It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.
It was an educated fear of the coming shit-rain