"Turn your goddamn lights on! That's it, take it easy, turn onto the freeway there at the on-ramp. Where the hell're you going, Jim?" "Sorry," said Jimmy, clenching his teeth to control the quiver in his chin. Sweating. Cold. Lightheaded. Panicked. "What's the matter with you?" "Nothin. I got bad...
"I don't know where my head is." "What fuckin Establishment did we represent to him?" Spermwhale demanded to know. "I'm tired a bein a symbol! I'm not a symbol to my ex-wives and ex-kids. Why does an ordinary guy wanna shoot me?" And all the choirboys looked at each other in the moonlight but the...
He showered and shaved and dressed up better than he ever had when he was accompanying his mother to Mass. Lita wore her best dress, a creamy white one with long sleeves and an empire waist, and flats, her only shoes, besides sneakers, that weren’t for use on a stage while straddling a pole. Even...