May I Have A Moment?

She did it again. 3rd year running. Forgot to wish me a happy birthday.

Uh huh.

Old Susie Q professes to be my greatest fan and then does this again?

Let me make this clear.

She *claims* to be busy but in reality she was digging her

crooked little toes in the Florida sand...

   ...and parasailing...

...and stuffing her face with all sorts of goodies.

Oh, and my biggest fan was also canoodling with young, male beach goers

whilst I, Brian M. Dennehy, was sans a birthday greeting.

 Am I making my case here?

It was enough to make me put on my bathrobe and head to bed for days...

...and days, almost delirious with grief. See?

I can see you are all very understanding so I will continue.

I started smoking again and was so depressed...

I grew a beard to disguise myself and tried to

 run away from my sorrows...

I fell in with a strange crowd and began drinking...

I turned to violence as a way to cope with my sadness...

...all the while Miss Susie Q is in Florida jet skiing...

...sunning her ample behind...

...and playing in the sand.

My dear friend Helen came to visit...

...as did my pal Russell. They each suggested I take up a

hobby to keep my mind busy.

     I tried singing but I died on stage...

    ...I tried clowning at children's parties but they

thought I was creepy.

So I need to come up with a better plan...hoping all the while

Susie Q comes to her sunburned senses and sends me a greeting. Two words, a nod...a tip of her head...anything...*sniff*.

With broken heart,

Brian