Feeling a little run-down today, possibly early onset of flu. Thinking makes my brain hurt, so another placeholder post today. Enjoy the epic saga of li'l Billy Martin, and the nocturnal visitor who made him the cleanest kid in town.
Scrub away, Billy Martin! Scrub away the horror of your special relationships with bossy globs of fatty acids and lye, or the shame of apparently having backstabbing ex-lefty Clifford Odets as your dad, or your barely-suppressed hatred of African-Americans, which will boil over in the future when you become manager for the Yankees. Your skin, Billy, yes, it can be so easily cleaned, shined and buffed to a sparkling white...But what of your soul?
