Don't worry, boss: the guards are in La-La Land. They won't be up for many hours.

But I remember everything about that day. What everyone was wearing, all the daggy things people said in the car on the way into town. The smell of stubble, upholstery. The taste of tomato in my throat from lunch.

He's the master of adult corruptions—not all adult corruptions—but it's funny how Hitlerlike most people are.

To a good golfer a shank is disgracefuller than being dead drunk or in jail.