Yeah ok! "All that crap they have in the Saturday Evening Post and all, showing guys on street corners looking sore as hell because their dates are late - that's bunk. If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody." "Boy, when you're dead they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the …showed first 75 words of 322 total…

…showed last 75 words of 322 total…putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who want flowers when you're dead? Nobody." "It said if you had any sores in your mouth that didn't heal pretty quickly, it was a sign that you probably had cancer. I'd had this sore on the inside of my lip for about two weeks. So I figured I was getting cancer. That magazine was some little cheerer upper." Bibliography efsdfsdfsdaf