Butch repositioned the Sox cap, and as his wrist passed by his nose, he got another whiff of himself. "Ah, V. . . listen, there is something a little weird going down on me. " "What?" "I smell like men's cologne. " "Good for you. Females dig that kind of thing. " "Vishous, I smell like Obsession for Men, only I'm not WEARING any, you feel me?" There was silence on the line. Then, "Humans don't bond. " "Oh, really. You want to tell that to my central nervous system and my sweat glands? They'd appreciate the news flash, I'm sure.
The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.