Romance for me, like the last Samoa in my desk drawer, seems to come only once a year, costs me little money, but is quickly and angrily consumed and destroyed.
Pearl of Great Price
Martha Plimpton was at my bar of choice last night. I should have asked her for advice, given that she starred in the film version of my life (“Dogfight”).
Oh hi, just slipped into a pocket dimension where I found my boss’ Flickr profile