Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes

This was the same fiery hell to which the Sergeantess (as she was known) would have liked to dispatch Capote and his gang, whenever she caught them throwing lit matches into the green letter boxes on the mezzanine.[…]Anyway, at the time, my principal means of amusement before lunch was to read Zane Grey novels while seated outside Studio Akerman, from where I could also hear the news bulletin on National Radio emanating from the Sergeantess’s apartment.

Archie was instantly smitten, and just like that, Varchie was born.

As he grew older, his tubercular thinness tended toward emaciation.