V. R. Francis, The Flying Cuspidors
“ Somehow, the idea of a big bruiser like Hotlips Grogan in love of a sweet fluffy thing like Stella Starlight seems funny."So?" I say."So that is why I play so bad tonight," he says. Seeing I do not quite catch on to the full intent of his remarks, he continues. "I am a happy man, Eddie. I got my trumpet, a paid-for suit of clothes, a one-room apartment with green wallpaper. Could a man ask for much more?""Not unless he is greedy," I agree.Hotlips Grogan is staring at his beer as though he sees a worm in it and looking sadder than ever. ”
