So it goes.

This was when Billy first came unstuck in time.

Billy’s smile as he came out of the shrubbery was at least as peculiar as Mona Lisa’s, for he was simultaneously on foot in Germany in 1944 and riding his Cadillac in 1967.

So it goes.

And so on.

So it goes.

The window reflected the news. It was about power and sports and anger and death. So it goes.

So it goes.

and so on,