Women Kill Me. They Really Do. I

The Little Girl On The Plane Who Turned Her Doll's Head Around To Look At Me.

She Was Terrific To Hold Hands With. Most Girls If You Hold Hands With Them, Their Goddam Hand Dies On You, Or Else They Think They Have To Keep Moving Their Hand All The Time, As If They Were Afraid They'd Bore You Or Something. Jane Was Different. We'd Get Into A Goddam Movie Or Something, And Right Away We'd Start Holding Hands, And We Wouldn't Quit Till The Movie Was Over. And Without Changing The Position Or Making A Big Deal Out Of It. You Never Even Worried, With Jane, Whether Your Hand Was Sweaty Or Not. All You Knew Was, You Were Happy. You Really Were.

That's The Terrible Part. I Swear To God I'm A Madman.

If A Body Catch A Body Coming Through The Rye.

Get Your Dirty Stinking Moron Knees Off My Chest.