That foghorn sound from my calendar alarm gives me the dread feeling that always comes when I'm reminded I'vegot to get working on Self Deprecation . Reluctantly, I dash off these lines for Section 11 Too many hustles:
Joey Tribiani's how r you doin' seems trite compared to my pomposity and extravagance in my methods back when. Being a husband with wedding ring and all never restricted my willingness to get in over my head, time and repeat, even after swearing off this gangplank approach to sanity flavored with conquest.
You know what? I can't find enough push to do this. I mean some of the situations are hilarious - getting Mrs. B to sit on my lap with wifey staring at me and Mr. B, a linebacker with a crew cut later asking me "are you hitting on my wife?" How about leaving a business conference in Newark at midnight and driving 125 miles loaded in a company car all lathered up from phone sex just to