Murray's Coming to Play Poker Thursday

On November thirteenth Felix Unger was asked to
remove himself from his place of residence. That
request came from his wife.

At some point after this date, say December or January, Dylan K. was asked if he might like to get off his good friend Amy’s couch and explore the idea of, well, you know, sleeping on the floor of a pals place that smelled like the thirteen circular ashtrays of hell… If he’d like to explore the idea of, maybe, once again, well, you know paying rent and having some reasonability.

Deep down he knew she was right. But he also knew that
someday he would return to her.

…and return to her he would. You know sometimes I have to ask… Do I have a roomie? Most times I have to call, Yo, Amy, you’se seens the D? Yo, youse see ‘im, tell ‘im ‘bouts da dough… ya knows? Hey Amy, how you doin'?

With no where else to go, he appeared at the home of
his childhood friend, Oscar Madison.

I ain’t no childhoods fren [end character]… OK, ya ya, sometime at the Mark, we all act like, me ‘specially, like we’re 17 and/or half years younger than we actually are, but hey… that’s only normal. I mean, me, Dylan, Amy, Jen and the rest of the cast… we have secrets. Or do we? We have dark patches of deep brown that seem to swirl around the tab that somebody, one of us, both of us, OR all of us, AND, that mystery man from Columbus seemed to plunk down for us. Somehow, it always seems to get done [thanks Jen]

Sometime earlier, Madison's wife had
thrown him out, requesting that he never return.

Well, I see it more as Jen’s mom’s offer, but we will not get into that here, at this time… in this, this time of tribute…

Can two divorced men share an apartment
without driving each other crazy?

Crazy? Hmmm… well, I do believe our pals Adam and Izabel saw to it that that diagnosis had already been well established. The Hotel admittance room with, Nurse “Lazy Eyed George” and his gurny-boys Paulo, Flacko and Slim had already got this boy down, out and sent to 1st Ave.

Can two… divorced/single guys of disparagingly difference in ages, experience, tastes, intelligence [Dylan went to Brown], hehe [said the Art School Flunky]… AND talent for picking up the… garbage, and doing the dishes; can these two guys “share an apartment without driving each other crazy”… cue Woody Woodson!…

[thanks to Danny, great Corn Beef and Cabbage, your i-ree eys and beutiful mum are deserved... ont a great big thanks for sticking that theme song deep inside the bowels of my somewhat honorarily deserved inclusion on some future liner notes on that next Disclaimers CD... "Yo, Seat'l, dis one goes out to our 'ero in Br'lyn... Go'g, we'll send a car arounds, when they release yo...YO!]

xo