I have the terrible feeling that because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats not Mount Sinai.
Now I'm an old Christmas tree the roots of which have died. They just come...
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
I finally faced the fact that it isn't a crime not having friends. Being alone means you have fewer problems.
