While
walking home from work I thought I saw a man dousing a rag with
chloroform, presumably in order to murder me. Turns out he was just
soaking a piece of white bread with apple juice and eating it.
The
girls on Sutter Street were happily inheriting an adulterous woman's
wardrobe which her scorned lover had defenestrated from a fourth floor
window, until the gentleman then decided to vomit violently out of that
very same window.
You might find it strange to find a prostitute making business inquiries out in front of a funeral home at 10 A.M., but I do not.
