Will's wake-up this morning is accented with dream hangover - another effen work dream from the era that borders the pleistocene epoch in just how long ago it was. Maybe it's the nagging reminder to get working on Self Deprecation even though it's the worst time of the year for genuflecting. OK, maybe a little on section 10 show me the bridge I can leap from:

In the movie, there's a guy at Will's funeral who wants to redeem our hero's reputation before he gets plopped into the hole in the ground. He bombs. Nobody's laughing at episodes of raunchy, bellicose behavior under the guise of "He was a man with needs!" Will hates this part because he's not having a funeral, nobody from that era would come anyway and skirt-chasing was a staple of the swinging 60s (70s and 80s, too). A better way of covering this phase as the electricians call it, is to simplify the deceit and the creepy inferences by summarizing in verse or lyrics. There once was a guy with hot pants, whose epicure languished in France . . .or, hey did you happen to see, the girl with big Ts and Will. Seriously, he never contemplated leaping from a bridge or driving off a cliff - it's a metaphor for anguish derived from shitty choices and a disregard for sanctity, you know, the vows kind? Show me a man who's straight as an arrow and I'll explain why he doesn't come across well to the lay-dies. // cue the Bobbie Gentry song here.Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahat . .. . . .