Having my way with Ulysses

He tapped his chest sadly

He had flickered up and flinnered down into a drug and drunkery addict, growing megalomane of a loose past.11:13 am

Yeah well, forgive me for saying.  Not to speak ill of, you know.  You understand I’m sure.  But come on.  It was no heart attack and why tiptoe around it.  Ok, yes.  Funeral and all.  Must not upset.  Still.  It was an o.d. and we all know it.  Where do you think his money went?  Check his arm.  Accidental, possibly.  And you may be shocked but at least he didn’t suffer.  A moment and it is done.  Like dying in his sleep.  The best death.  But enough talk of bad hearts and don’t look at me like that.  Let’s call a plumb a plumb.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.