Ted K

This is a rotten town with a lot of rotten people in it. They've got dollar signs where their hearts should be, they'd sell out their own mother for a piece of fudge, for a nickel they'd grab you, stick both thumbs in your eyes and hang on 'till you dropped dead. If you're not careful, you could end up in an alley somewhere with the cats licking you. Me? In my spare time I'm a Tibetan monk, but mostly I'm just a regular joe, a passerby from palookaville, a page torn from yesterday's paper, crumpled on the bottom of the wastebasket. But I'm neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I don't care who knows it. I've made enemies, but I can't remember the last time I cried 'cause someone didn't like me. I can read the writing on the wall, and I can put 2 and 2 together--it's my job, it's what I do--but I've been around long enough to know that life is crazy: sometimes you can put 2 and 2 together and get 4. Other times: 22