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My Mother Had Been Slicing Up The Chicken. She Took A Drumstick And Dropped It On The Floor. She Kicked It Around A Little, Picked It Up And Put It On The Edge Of The Plate. "there," She Said, "we'll Give Him This Drumstick." "deal.

I'm Telling You, It's Fu**ing Hard To Be Classy

Your Life Isn't Out Of Control. It's Expanded.

Arson Is A Respected Profession Among Certain Subcultures In Jersey, And The Good Ones Don't Get Caught. The Good Ones Channel Lightning And Mysterious Acts Of Spontaneous Combustion.

I Paused For A Light At Hamilton And Twlfth And Noticed The Nissan Was Running Rough At Idle. Two Blocks Later It Backfired And Stalled. I Coaxed It Into The Center Of The City. Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! A Trans Am Pulled Up Next To Me At A Light. The Trans Am Was Filled With High School Kids. One Of Them Stuck His Head Out Of The Passenger-side Window. "hey Lady," He Said. "sounds Like You Got A Fartmobile." I Flipped Him An Italian Goodwill Gesture And Pulled The Ball Cap Low On My Forehead. (three To Get Deadly)