I’m late . . . very late, for a very important meeting. I ate and ate and ate until I slipped into the forbidden food coma. Believe me you don’t want to be there. I woke up in the middle of Jim’s Family Restaurant with sharpie ink all over my …
But now . . . there’s nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside; I’m outta my head . . . hopelessly devoted to you. Sorry about that; I was having a dream there for a minute . . . I thought I was John Travolta, and Olivia Newton …
Semantics Shemantics . . . it’s like splitting hares . . . bloody, but delicious once you’ve had your bowl of hassenpfeffer. But I digress. It all came to a head one day when I was in the operating room. I had just stitched up the King (I can’t tell …