a kansas couple had been arguing about his cross-dressing. one might likely think not for the first time. he was the father of her two children. the eldest, aged 18, came home to find her mother shot dead on the kitchen floor. her father, dressed in women's' clothing, was also on the floor, with a self-inflicted flesh wound, smoking. i'm guessing a post-murder smoke is even better than a post-coital one.
he appeared in court to plead not guilty, wearing make-up and a baby blue jumpsuit. (hey, we know kansas ain't exactly fashion-forward and even the frugalistas are shopping at the good will these days. just ask the ny times.) eye bleach is in aisle 5.
rockefeller claimed to have begun his fortune as a small boy, when he nightly hoarded the pennies in his pockets. then there's that concept of fluttering butterfly wings starting a tsunami thousands of miles away...
frequently, i'm asked the question, "what's the best wine you've ever had?" usually i reply, "i hope i haven't had it yet." very few appreciate the distinction i make between being stuck in the past savoring something already had, and remaining always hopeful for something even mo' bettah in the future.
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