The wide receiver had a real taste for crime, and he indulged it with an erratic kind of vigor that made him an albatross for Madden and a natural soulmate for my old friend, Al Davis, who remains the ultimate Raider. They were serious people, and John Madden was definitely one of them, for good or ill. Living with the Oakland Raiders in those days was not much different than living with the Hell’s Angels. I.
It was easy to understand why Sala didn’t mind sharing; neither of us ever went there except to change clothes or sleep. Night after night I would sit uselessly at Al’s, drinking myself into a stupor because I couldn’t stand the idea of going back to the apartment.
In the argot of the cycle world the Harley is a “hog,” and the outlaw bike is a “chopped hog.
There is something about the sight of a passing motorcyclist that tempts many automobile drivers to commit murder.
He often swore that if all the people who had worked for the paper in those years could appear at one time before the throne of The Almighty – if they all stood there and recited their histories and their quirks and their crimes and their deviations – there was no doubt in his mind that God himself would fall down in a swoon and tear his hair. Of course Lotterman exaggerated;.
The sun woke me up the next morning. I sat up and groaned. My clothes were full of sand.
Their only common ground is their disdain for the present, or the status quo.
This is old politicians,” says Joel Swerdlow, the twenty-six-year-old who ran McGovern’s operation in the North half of Milwaukee. “We have precinct captains, ward leaders, car captains, the whole bit. That’s the only way you win. But instead of patronage bosses and sewer commissioners, we’ve got young people who work because they’re interested in the issues.
Don’t worry, boys, we’ll weather this storm of approval and come out as hated as ever – Saul Alinsky to his staff shortly before his death, June 1972.
Maybe the who secret of turning a crowd on is getting turned on yourself by the crowd.
Yeah, I guess I am,” said one. “But you’re looking at one loser who’s going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.
I am not a Criminal, by trade, but over the years I have developed a distinctly criminal nervous system. Some people might call it paranoia, but I have lived long enough to know that there is no such thing as paranoia. Not in the 21st Century. No. Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.
Being arrested in any airport is bad, but being arrested in the Miami airport is terrifying.
When this war goes into the history books, the United States Air Force will rank as the most efficient gang of murderers in the history of man.
It is a straight shot from Cancun to Havana, sixty-six minutes by jet plane across the Gulf of Mexico with a Soviet-blonde stewardess serving free rum and synthetic ham and cheese sandwiches.
The Air Force has never valued a sense of humor in its career men, and in high-risk fields like flight testing, a sense of the absurd will cripple a man’s future just as surely as an LSD habit.
And only those who can see above and beyond the American goal of respectable mediocrity can enjoy a life that leads to anything but a struggle to attain that end.
What election?” he asked. “Never mind,” I said. “I was only kidding.” One.
I got a lady who liked George because she said he knew how to tie his tie right,” said the black girl. “Gloria Steinem showed him how to tie it. You should have seen how he tied it before that.
The daily diet is lean for the infantry.