there wasn-t a nicer city in the world when you had it made, and only one worse when you didn-t have it made - the Big A. Danforth hit it up to 85. a motorcycle smiled at him as he drove by. maybe he-d call Bob later that night. Bob was always so funny. his 12 writers always gave him those good lines. and Bob was just as natural as horseshit. it was wonderful! he threw out the dollar cigar, lit another, ran the Caddy up to 90, straight at the sun like an arrow, business was good and life, and the tires whirled over the dead and the dying and the dying-to-be. ZYAAAAAUUUUM! === THE FUCK MACHINE it was a hot night in Tony's. you didn't even think of fucking. just drink cool beer. Tony coasted a couple down to me and Indian Mike, and Mike had the money out.