Sometimes I See Me Dead

We Are, All Four Of Us, Blood Relatives, And We Speak A Kind Of Esoteric, Family Language, A Sort Of Semantic Geometry In Which The Shortest Distance Between Any Two Points Is A Fullish Circle.

Life Is A Game, Boy. Life Is A Game That One Plays According To The Rules.

His Eldest Sister (who Modestly Prefers To Be Identified Here As A Tuckahoe Homemaker) Has Asked Me To Describe Him As Looking Like 'the Blue-eyed Jewish-irish Mohican Scout Who Died In Your Arms At The Roulette Table At Monte Carlo.

Get Your Dirty Stinking Moron Knees Off My Chest.

This Is A People Shooting Hat," I Said. "i Shoot People In This Hat.