Who wants a big audience, anyway? Being
content, absolutely in love, I go to a movie
all by myself; dress up to the nines for a
solo night at the opera. Then to Olive
for dinner of mushroom pizza (w/truffle oil)
and two mojitos, after which appear with
Hap-Pea and Pea-Wee in Splitting Peas
for Split Pea Soup. Style is irrelevant.
Take that to the bank and choke on it.
