Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.

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.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

Being A White Sox Fan Meant Measuring Victory In Terms Of Defeat. A 6-5 Defeat Was A Good Day. A Big Rally Was Wally Moses Doubling Down The Right- Field Line.