Justine’s son, an electronics and communications major at Texas A&M, told her if she wrapped her horns with aluminum foil, she could get Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, even Hannity. Sadly, he didn’t think she could get any Seinfeld or Jay Leno reruns . . .
Eugene’s agent had called and told him he had a gig for him, doing an advert for one of the political parties, but Eugene said no; he liked to think he took the long view and hang on for something with more long term promise. He was holding out for a part in some long running sit-com, even if his part was to be the comic relief character like Seinfeld’s “Soup Nazi”. He really wanted to be the bad guy in a blockbuster playing opposite Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, or Bruce Willis, one of the pretty boys or tough guys. He would have to rely on the “Special Effects” guys to help him hold, much less shoot, a pistol. Maybe he could learn to hold it sideways in his trunk like the gangstas . . . . David, Sf.G.
