They looked at me, in my hippie garb, with horror and disgust, the Decline of Western Civilisation suddenly plopped in their midst.

I was out of the war because men like this were too scared to talk about dick.

They were the hippie pins of the '60s,

He was unmistakably sipping iced tea with the hatters and the hares.

I have mild albinism, which means I am very sensitive to light, so the animal representation of my spirit would have to be a mole. I am particularly fond of that most Lovecraftian of mammals, the star-nosed mole, and tend to choose it for online icons and avatars.

The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.