The Truth Will Always Have A Market.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

I Had Been An Eyewitness To A Truly Historic Moment In American Pop Culture.

The Bumpuses Were So Low Down On The Evolutionary Totem Pole That They Weren't Even Included In Darwin's Famous Family Tree. They Had Inbred And Ingrown And Finally Emerged From The Kentucky Hills Like Some Remnant Of Attila The Hung's Barbarian Horde. Flick Said That They Had Webbed Feet And Only Three Toes. It Might Have Been True.