“You’re a piece of work, Charlie Branaski,” Schroeder said.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, it’s always the same with you.  You try to fly your kite, you play baseball, you drink all night and you’re lousy at all of it.”

I thought about it and took another swallow.  “I guess someone needs to be lousy at everything.  Otherwise you’d get no perspective.”

If only there was enough of this to get well and truly drunk while reading it...

While this is old, its still wonderful. Hank would be proud.

kim wrote:

I think my favorite story of his had to be the one with the shirt that was trying to kill him. That and his lady friend who fucked all her pet animals.

_Maja Tharup_. An aging Hollywood starlet can't find an American cock big enough. So she travels to a remote cannibal tribe somewhere in the turd world. Marries a cannibal with an elephant cock, gets cooked and eaten. But very poetically told.

Felch