CALL ME SNAKE

With constructive criticism from people like Burt, I’m doing bettter in my dreamlife. Take last night, for example. I wasn’t mugged for starters. Instead, I was approached by a punked-out woman (not to hard on the eyes, as they say), who asked me what I was doing for New Year’s Eve. Like a dummie, I immediately told her I was married and that was that. So, as you can see, I’m making some progress–avoiding dark catwalks in the middle of the night and the like–but I’ve still got a long ways to go.