Ten or twelve years ago a guy told me about an autobiography that his colorful, hard-living father had written, and the first sentence, he said, went something like this: “I’ve been used, sued, screwed, subdued, refused, abused, led astray, turned around, flim-flammed, betrayed, deluded, polluted, disrespected, bamboozled and tattoo’ed.” I’ve actually made it into a longer sentence than it was originally.