Monthly Archives: September 2012

That may not be the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard but it’s almost certainly the lamest you’ve ever offered. "If Brother Ray could do it, why not me?" Because you’re not Brother Ray, you haven’t been Brother Ray, and, odds … Continue reading →

Do not look at me with that sort of tone, young lady, when, in point of fact, I did it for you. I thought about how generous you’ve been lately with the dinners and the chance to crash and all … Continue reading →

You should let me go. You should allow me to leave. You should show me the door escort me to it, through it, then lock me out, ensuring your solitude for the evening and ever after. You should let me … Continue reading →

I am so glad that your apartment is doing well. Which? I meant the one on Union Square but I’m happy to hear that the others are earning you more than the going rate. And I’m proud of the little … Continue reading →

Ineffable Important Elysian Inspired Eclectic Exciting. The show was too short.

To be great means you will be hated. By some, perhaps or by all in your lifetime or possibly for all time but the great take that risk often without knowing it. And that risk – however small, can never … Continue reading →

Look: there are things I thought you’d know by now, things I assumed that you’d learned as a child or a young adult or a college student – before getting kicked out for drug and whore abuse. I thought you’d … Continue reading →

When you come back from vacation there’s gonna be some necking between you and me – some serious making out. There’s gonna be some dancing and hugging and wining and dining and probably a little bit of genital work (if … Continue reading →

The next morning when you woke me up and said we had to go since you had an appointment you hadn’t mentioned through last night’s drinking and stumbling and mauling and… other activities When you rushed me out the door … Continue reading →

My adoring fans by which I mean my family, co-workers and those lucky enough to call me “debtor” will sometimes ask me “How is it, always being right? It must be difficult being so much smarter than everyone else.” And … Continue reading →