I shouldn't have judged this magazine by its cover.
You know, it turns out they have
some significant political and cultural pieces, too.
Why the sudden interest?
Well, you know, instead of going crazy
waiting around for my Huntington's test results,
I'm grabbing the taureau by the horns
and having dinner with Margaux at Muse tonight.
I want to help her run "Voulez."
You really think you could do this?
Well, I've always dreamt of having a job
where I could be more creative.
I just have to bone up on piping and scoop necks.
Unless, of course, my fashion-fluent
fianceé was by my side.
I'll call Muse and make it dinner for three.
Three days of moping in the dark is the legal limit.
I am not moping.
I am avoiding the telephoto lenses
trying to document how they think the mighty have fallen,
which I most certainly have not.