What’s the point Jack? I’m done. I took the money I was saving for my honeymoon and bought a cemetery plot. I also joined a book club at the seniors centre near my home. We’re reading ‘Murder on the Orient Express.’
“While the nation’s poets have been quick to emphasize the birch limb, sheathed in ice, their faith unbroken their petaled lies untold, a vast majority told reporters that ‘Womb womb womb, womb womb...”
“At one point he wandered over to the next table to give a back massage to his friend, author and Daily Show correspondent John Hodgman, who was dining with indie rockers Aimee Mann and John Roderick....”