Where the hell are they coming from?" When Frankie asked a question, it always sounded like he was placing the blame on someone-me, in this case. Instead of answering, I squashed the white mouse that had just climbed out of his coffee cup. The mouse had the consistency of putty and felt like it; no bloodshed was involved in the squashing. Dave is not here to bring you profound, life-changing thoughts; only quick, unadulterated fun.
