We hadn't been out of the bar very long when a small, young Korean boy came up to us and wanted to know if we wanted good-time girls.

They are the tuberculars, the psychiatrics, and the older men suffering from chronic conditions. All of those men are totally disabled.

“Damn it, Sandy,” he fumed. “You knew when we got married that I was going to hunt and fish any time I wanted to. I told you that. I said I'd marry you and take care of you, but I told you nothing was going to get in the way of my hunting and fishing. Not you. Not some five-day-a-week job. And not that little shit factory on your lap.”

She called to get the skinny on the latest goings-on in the club.