Handwritten page of a diary dated August 5, 1965
… and he only let me borrow the matchbook if I swore on Grandma Brown’s big old Bible that I would not use more than two of the matches which I figured would be easy enough since I don’t even smoke myself. Besides Marty down at the Riviera is the only person I wanted to impress by having these matches anyway.
So I go down there Saturday and as always Marty pulls out a cigarette and he says “Got a match?” and I said “Not since Superman died” and everybody laughs even though it’s the stupidest joke I ever told because really if you think about it Superman isn’t even dead. So he says “Hey, Jokemeister, do you have a match or not, and I pull out the matches in a way that I can be sure he’ll see the cover. And he whistles and says “Whoa Gentlemen, look who has been to the swankiest spot in town” and he shows it to everyone and they’re looking at me like they don’t believe I went there, but they’re not just exactly 100 percent sure.