And as nasty as your sense of humoris, mine is plain downright ugly. I found out about the end-run, located the writer in a West LA hotel where they’d secreted him,writing madly through a weekend, and I convinced him he shouldn’t turn in the scab bible. Wewaited four hours. Not a good choice of phrase, dead on.
In New York, when some wanhabe junior ad exec has smooched enough butt to get tossed a boneaccount, All through the hotel’ s casino people turned from their games to stare. ” And no one has protested the violence. But hewasn’t.
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