| | "Jamie Kelly" loves baseball, and the small of a woman's back, and bowling, and every little thing in life that reminds me of the big thing in life, which is that life is to be enjoyed and not forensically picked apart with lamentations and dissected with psychic tedium until the day passes that all those "little" things, those "redneck" things, those things that should be celebrated every goddamn day of your life, are no longer within your grasp, and you're wallowing in your own regret that you didn't stop to admire a good fastball and have more sex.
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Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
