Enough with politics, though. Tonight I’m going to relax and watch Chinatown and The Two Jakes. Back to back. Because I’ve earned it.
On an unrelated note: yes, we did, didn’t we Terry…? We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun… I’m glad you tracked me down, guy. I mean, what’s it been? — twenty, twenty-five years? Let’s meet for a beer or something this weekend.
Christ it’s good to hear from you…!*
it’s kind of like a mild form of tourette’s with you, isn’t it? for others, it may manifest as uncontrollable punning or rhyming. do you actually sing the lyrics, or just spout them? I suppose there is some courage in humoring your creative affliction, sort of wearing it like a party hat rather than hiding it.
My wiring got messed up when I was struck by lightning. Well, I wasn’t actually struck by lightning, but I was struck by a guy who was himself struck by lightning. All because I told him he looked like a sparkler.
you’re certifiable. no wonder everybody loves your stuff. that and the purile sex material you work in regularly. mazeltov.