“I Bet He Did A Casey Jones”

Comment: “You’re a claustrophobic!”

Answer: “You want a fist in the mouth? I’ve never even looked at another guy.”

When I was six, I threw the word “claustrophobic” into a conversation with my aunt, and somehow by the grace of god, actually used it right. It would take another . . . gee, what’s today’s date? . . . oh, right . . . 17 years before I realized what Casey thought Donnie was talking about.

Funny how those things work.