Back in the halcyon days of the single man, I would put cd's like the great Gene Harris here on the box and switch to the hot tub speakers. Then I'd crank 'er up and pour myself a big fat rum and coke, get naked and soak my body and brain until late into the night...
I suspect that Ellen saved my life by marrying me and showing me some of the errors of my ways. I say SOME, because, though I am now essentially a non-drinker (a beer now and then - never more than 2) she saved my life. Could be...
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