Five Horse Johnson grinned liplessly, exposing six slimy orange teeth, then fell sideways off his stool to the floor. Wesley finished his whisky and put two dollars on the bar. This do it? he asked the bartender, who nodded.

Finnocchio (Florence fennel), p. 367

Sorry for the brain fart, but what exactly did you say again?

If I’d been there that’d’ve been awesome.