Obviously, the soap would always compete. I imagine this would be evident in its cleaning and moisturizing capacity, and/or in some other characteristic currently envisioned only by a competitor in relentless pursuit of a competitive edge in soaps.
I booked a room near the beach and didn’t tell anyone I was in town. So Lamar had no idea I was only twenty minutes away when he called me at 2:00 A.M. from his new restaurant in Hollywood.
“I’m only twenty minutes away,” I told him, reluctantly. “What’s the case?”
“I think you’d better just come over,” he said.
Originally published October 16, 2013.
My pager buzzed. This was the pager I reserved exclusively for NBA jobs. I told Latrell Sprewell to keep the beer and found a payphone.
“Hello.” The voice was deep and gruff.
“This is Macadamia Charles,” I said. “Who’s this?”
“This is Glenn Robinson.”