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Goof Lesson
Zitts had a wicked slice. For that matter, he had a wicked laugh, a wicked way of talking with his mouth full when he ate, and a wickedly sardonic attitude in general. I mean, I've heard of speaking truth to power, but since he was supposed to be the minion of the powerful, what was his speech last night all about? Wasn't he speaking truth to the mostly clueless? What do you call that — arrogance?
"Is your slice on purpose?" I asked impudently as another of his drives hooked into the trees.
He was already teeing up the next one but stopped, looked up, and advanced on me with what I thought was an uncharacteristic seriousness. His slight limp made his approach seem that much more ominous.
"You don't know anything about ‘slice,' understand? Wipe the word from your vocabul
