As is my custom, I am off to see my gay friend. (Everyone has a gay friend, right?)
I will stop by the Cumby's and get a couple beers and two hard-boiled eggs and then go to his house. I will drink my beers and watch him smoke marijuana and do his impersonations. (He does a great Katherine Hepburn and a spot-on Mrs. John F. Kennedy. He's especially funny when he gives me a tour of his house as Mrs. Kennedy might give a tour of the White House, pointing out in perfect ingenuousness that the negroes in the neighborhood are much better behaved than you might expect. I keep begging him to do stand-up.)
I shall keep you apprised.
