And every time I tried, something would come up. I'd get a flat tire, a fender bender, a little tree in the road. Lost count of the times I tried. I know it sounds strange, like mysticism or some horseshit, but things would happen, and they were both random and, oh... not random at all.
There ain't no such thing as a war hero. ... Well, hell, sometimes people have to do terrible things in order to make the world a better place, and... that's a kind of heroism, right?
When "Time" magazine asked President Eisenhower for an example of a major idea of Nixon's that he had adopted as part of a decision-making process, the President's response was... If you give me a week, I might think of one.
Anyway, for as long as there have been slaughterhouses, the worst job that you could possibly have... Was to work the hide cellar.