i'm an addict. i can't go through a day without the stuff. theo reaches over and pours for him with a steady hand.
you're not from around here, are you?
you a bowler?
what kind of man?
find your bowler?
my father used to say to me "never" no, hmmm. "always" no, no.  ah! love and hate are blood relations.
did you hear about that bowler who got smeared? i saw them pull a body bag out of the alley. i heard he was kacked but good. they had to take apart the pin machine to get him out.
just like junior did the last time; lane six. all's i know is it's gonna be a closed coffin. my advice to you is to lay low. he puts on a pair of dark 7-eleven shades, flips up his collar and skulks away.