I saw a letter from Joan Crawford in a shop window in San Francisco. I’d moved there to start my acting career, which was dumb because there was no show business there. I’m not famous and I blame San Francisco.
It’s been 28 Mondays. More than six months from the last time anyone heard his laugh, saw his mischievous smile or…
Well don’t slander me for what I’m about to say but if it really pained you, it must mean it’s true! So without much ado, I’ll give the intro.