You can't tell me who to hang with,
or kick my raps with,
or even make my snaps with,
'cause I'm full-grown and I got a full-grown mind,
so mother-fuck sticking with my own kind!

He... kicked his own butt.

He is still a great player, He can shoot with either foot and can resolve a game in an instant, even with just a free-kick.

Shelley was kicked out of Oxford—I think the story is unauthenticated, but who cares—because he painted a sign on the end wall of a dead-end alley: THIS WAY TO HEAVEN. I feel that every now and then his sign needs repainting.

This is a story of a period between two World Wars — an interim in which insanity cut loose. Liberty took a nose dive, and humanity was kicked around somewhat.