"Apartment living really lip intakes, if you know what I mean. There are more a-holes than people -- inconsistent, but true. Most of them live in the cramped quarters next to your life space, and they cook crap, talk crap, music crap, animal crap, and generally live crap - no money, no ambition, no literacy, no nothing, no books, no reading, no common sense, no running car, no decent perfume, just fume, no respect for anything... If you need a wheel of a 86 Pontiac, there is one in the garage by a sea of leaking oil, transmission fluid, Agent Orange, or whatever the hell it is, at the apartment study for Hell on West Mall Drive, home of [Dad's last name] during his first regression years. 3rd floor by the vomit, next to some vixen who has scored everybody's little brother about nine times this month. Did I say 'Eden?'" I think he had a good style. He got me into Jack Handey, Ted L. Nancy, and most importantly, John Kennedy Toole. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you.