last night i took her to the pictures to see a french film about roy disneys’ after-eight abuse and his ensuing downfall. little did i know that during the film she was watching a five second loop of eddie murphy in trading places on her vpod.

after the film, as we walked past the cut-out of marty feldman advertising the upcoming spike lee movie, i asked her what she thought of the film. she grimaced, spat in my face and ran off singing a some nursery school tune i was not familiar with.

a few days later i was in the hospital with some kind of infection she had given me. and that’s were i met my wife!

many thanks susan.
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