Where our apt used to be they built a fancy condominium high-rise. Which at a lowly income none of us could ever really quite afford.

Funking a cobbler – that is, blowing smoke into his stall; smoking cigars at divans and club houses; […]

The shooter put a bullet clean through her head.

Not long ago, as eternity flows, most of humanity felt earthbound, sin-bound, limitation-bound, deathbound, fear-bound, and guilt-bound.