No one, ever, wrote anything as well even after one drink as he would have done with out it.
“The countdown reached ten seconds and I could almost hear an invisible crescendo of stirring background music. 'Anchors aweigh!' Five, four, three, two, one... and we had ignition!”
“We got to jump on, like, trampolines, learn flips, learn karate, kung fu, Hong Kong street fighting.”