Talk Of The Town

I write this, comfortably ensconced in my snow bound jersey crack shack, nestled snugly in the seedy underbelly of the night.

The Little Eichmanns have all got vertigo, they've no idea which way to point their mass produced urine antennae.

A suggestion: Paula Zahn.

There, there, now put your mind at ease. She'll show you just how to react. You don't have to think at all.

BY THE WAY, it is fun to shoot some people. You can only hurl terrible anathemas at the TV for so long.