I'll Have the Beatles Bolognese With an Insalata Caprese and Seven Beers, Please
All my friends aren't imaginary, but they are theoretical.
I live in a world of ghosts and shadows. I look for fellow travelers but they all seem to have gotten off already and I think we're all Bozos on this bus now. I'll settle for people I never met and will never meet and shake hands in the electronic ether and be done with it.