Everything was, finally, copacetic. Everything, that is, except for one thing.
My love life.
‘What are you thinking?’ Randy Newman my agent asked me as we stood watching the darkening clouds.
‘That there’s another storm coming.’
Everything was, finally, copacetic. Everything, that is, except for one thing.
My love life.
‘What are you thinking?’ Randy Newman my agent asked me as we stood watching the darkening clouds.
‘That there’s another storm coming.’