chapter one

IF YOU KANT STAND THE HEAT GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN

"why did i take this job"? he asked in rhetoric
he knew why. the path. the calling...

it started early, once clete boyer was announced

by bob

now batting #6...

"he is gonna hit a home run"

"how do you know"?

garagiola, deep to left...

"you've got the shine"

yeah. and i am claiming it now as mine.

he picked up the phone.

"mary ann, when the shit hits the fan, i am the man whose fanny is gonna wave in the breeze"
i ain't gonna truck food up a freight elevator to feed the 30 most important people in this corporation.

you call the salesperson who sold this piece of shit and tell him the client is coming for a visit. free some time
I.B.M. for breakfast-International Paper for brunch-lunch will be served at Celanese-courtesy of the chef.
call Houston- (we have a problem) i want Skip to agree to bankroll this trip-even tho' you and i know Bell will pay his way...
i need something in my tool kit, greater than my wit."

and get some tickets to a broadway show. something funny.
may i suggest P.S. your cat is dead-he'll laugh his ass off

"have you spoken to jack"?

"not yet, that's next-got to go-get busy"

he hung up.

gathered himself.

thought

"you have huge cajones"

yeah. living in a small hotel...

time to meet with the liaison.

this is going to be one hard sell...