Truth, Beauty And The Wolf At The Door

December, 1973

Bruce Jay FriedmanThe first time I saw her I was on a warehouse floor with my shirt off, pushing a fistful of three-inch nails into Oat's face. He was a big guy who had me on weight, had me on size, was probably stronger than me, too. But I had those nails and that evened us up a little. We had been brawling for about 20 minutes, getting nowhere, until I thought of the nails and then it was "So long, Charlie" for'my congenial warehouse colleague. I got them into his face and although t...