I had just about decided to quit my terrace shows.
According to the news I have about 2 weeks left to live and why waste my genius on a bunch of ingrates.
I’ve suffered from hoots, soup thrown on me and one ungrateful person in an apartment on 57th Street put a note on his window calling me a fat whore.
All this after I spent the last few days, even through my injuries on writing a one act one woman show with wigs and costumes.
PLUS I learned to yodel.
Well anyway I had just about given up yesterday when I stepped on my terrace and was greeted with all the windows in the buildings surrounding mine opened up and they were all applauding me.
So fans I realize I can’t let you down.
It’s back to the drawing board.
I’m thinking that this play needs an english accent. Gotta work on that.
And now your moment of zen