I remember that I had a childhood bully named Dane Fife. I remember that him and his sidekick Trevor came by my house one afternoon and started saying "Is this where you live?"

Because he was my bully and I thought he was making fun of my house I lied and said "No it's just my summer house". How lame.

But it get's even lamer. Dane clarified and said that he was talking about our mailbox. It was a very big mailbox and he was inferring that I lived in it. Very lame.

I remember that there was this one spot in the fields where there was a good sized hole. It was not quite long enough to lay down in but it was waist deep. There was a rusted out spring mattress next to it and we would sometimes bounce off the mattress and into the hole. We called the hole "Old Bessie". It was a landmark of my childhood and of the fields.

During World War 2 I ended up in Rheims, France. We were supposed to walk around and monitor this region or block and me and my buddy get around this one area on the block and come across this large institutional building. And there was a whole bunch of girls running around there. We found out that these girls were all diseased hookers. And every time we would walk over to that place we got hooted at. Everybody's got to make a living some way. There were different classes of whores over there. There were these pro stores (prophylactic) stores. By 10 O'Clock at night there would be a huge line there.

Zigg Zigg fucky fucky two pack cigarette, some of the hookers would yell at you. Packages of cigarettes were substitutes for cash. One night, a buddy and I were sitting out at Rainbow corner in Paris and we were watching this fancy looking girl with a fur collar around her. What the hell was she up to?� She was just standing out on the corner. One of these diplomats . . . Read More..

One time we were up north where my dad had his farm. He had an outdoor crapper. A rooster wouldn’t let my wife Verda out of the door.

When I was 14 years old, we went to tip over this guys shithouse. This other buddy of ours. We all got behind it and this one kid fell in the shit that was in the pit. Even though it was made of wood it wouldn’t shatter. We made the kid that fell in the shit sit on the bumper of the car. And we made him take off all his clothes and we threw him in a crick.