I was determined not to join that contemptible group of aging pimps I had seen through the years and pitied as they went their pathetic way with a wild dream of new glory and a big fast stable of young freak mud kickers.

My physician has ordered me three pounds of minced salt-junk at every meal .

Some of them old skinflints has no heart Al but why should I fight with a old man over chicken feed like $10?

I'm just going to enjoy this until I wake up, and then I'm going to write it all down as the awesomest, most vivid, wacky-packy dream I have ever had in my entire life.