a sucker for the G string
let's put it this way: it occurs to mr. nice guy, in perusing this piece on graham greene, that the author of "the power and the glory" and the auteur of this particular blog are remarkably--dare i say undeniably--akin. both men were excommunicated by the pope himself. and both men--aside from their commanding presence, insatiable wanderlust, rakish charm and astonishing ability to finesse a deft turn of phrase--are known as connoisseurs of the female of the species.
there is indeed another woman. in fact, as mr. nice guy types these very words his first true, undying and everlasting love sits in his lap. mr. nice guy met her in sunny los angeles eight years ago and she has not once left his side in the intervening years. in fact, he is stroking her now as he admires his own shimmering prose, burned forever into the permanent medium of blogger. he is not ashamed of the love that dare not speak its name ... the love of a married man and his flaxen concubine.
her name is ella mae and she sounds just like honey poured all over a goose down pillow ... which sounds surprisingly good.
please forgive mr. nice guy: his parents are still in town, he is not at all stressed out and he is definitely not drunk. all will return to normal as soon as he gropes his way to the bathtub where he shall slip into sweet oblivion and never bother you again with his bloviating