It wasn’t that I didn’t like my dad, it was just that I thought he was kind of a buffoon. A buffoon that had got real lucky, but he was the kind of guy who never realized it was luck that got him to where he was. It was Dad’s good fortune to be at the right place at the …
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You know what happened to me the other night? I went out drinking
with Jill, a friend of mine, and we ran into some guys we know. We
sat around drinking and talking for a long time. I don’t drink much,
and after a while I was really, really drunk and feeling funny. I
suspect that there was something potent …