“A gunman who went on a crime spree wearing a devil mask is now in custody and hurting like hell.”

Now that’s my kind of lead (not lede, never lede, never ever. Unless on a resume to impress those who lede).

In Lubbock, before they revoked my license to thrill, I somehow got away with a “knits like hell” in a story about an old fellow who knit like hell for charity. And it ran on Christmas. On the front page.