The cab I had was a real old one that smelled like someone’d just tossed his cookies in it. I always get those vomity kind of cabs if I go anywhere late at night.

[…]he had divested himself of the incumbrance of dress[…] and although a nudity, he appeared before numbers of people unabashed, and with an unblushing composure of countenance, which envinces that the sense of shame in him is entirely abolished.

If you are a cat lover, you can cat-sit for a season in some spiffy house or apartment.

I have this vision one day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian.