“Hey Don, are you going to die?”
Thank you Felton from Farmingsham, Connecticut.
And no, I am not going to die. Well, I will. Some day.
But hopefully thirty years from now in the arms of my third wife Martika. And I will know she truly loved me because she married me long after I lost all my money to my second wife, Edward.
Who was a bitchy little twerp, though he did teach me the magic of pleats and Lady Gaga’s earlier edgy work.