He is an open book. Everyone can see that he removes nothing, conceals nothing, reserves nothing for himself.
Life on the road for the Blues or Jazz musician, huddled in frozen bus stops, and eating raw greaseburgers washed down with stale beer, is not the ideal health regimen.
A reflection in which things wavered and vanished, waterily.
Them that puts the most steam into it will get a finnuf slipped to 'em.
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