Big City Life
We all tend to blame others for our misfortunes. In my case, I blameSandra Foxley. Sandra and I had a great affair for three months, butshe called me on a Thursday night and said we were finished. Thisleft me with nothing to do Friday night so I went bar hopping andthat's how the trouble started.I was at the Shanghai Bar; the third stop and the fourth beer of theevening. Oakland was playing the Yankees on TV when the alienapproached me. He didn't look very odd at first, although I noticedlater...