A horn! A damn horn this early on a Sunday? I can't believe how inconsiderate some of these cab drivers are. I mean can't someone have one day of sleeping in. I should have left the Big Apple years ago! Now look, I'm 53 years old today. Another May 14th of looking in the mirror and seeing how she drug me to this fucking city. I should have stayed in Los Angeles working as an intern for Dick Cavett on his show. Who knows where I would be today! Certainly not New York! But no Bramley, you just had to do it! Just had to go by her dressing room to get a glimpse at her! Any other 20 year old wouldn't have done such a thing. I should have never watched that movie to begin with. If I didn't have that free ticket to the show, I wouldn't even know what the film Myra Breckenridge was. Most men my age would have the hots for the other two in the movie! Hell, men my age back then still have the hots for Raquel Welch and Farrah Fawcett now! But no, Bramley. No. No. No. She's the one you like. She's the hot one. She's the experienced one. So put down Mr. Cavett's coffee, and just walk by one time. Yea sure, the thoughts were there...she might not even be in there. She might not even show up for filming. Everybody on the set said she has a reputation for being late anyway. Why get nervous? Why be afraid? Take a risk for your birthday Bramley. HA!
Hey cabbieblowing the horn, shut the fuck up! Have some respect! Its my birthday! Birthday-smirthday! Who cares! I ruined it. I walked by her dressing room. Big fat sparkling gold star on the damn door that said “M.W.” Why didn't I just take Mr. Cavett his coffee? Oh no, instead, I look around and no one is looking, so I just stand there in front of the star on the door. Keep staring at her name and reading it over and over like some crazy stalker. Mr. Cavett's coffee is starting to cool and you can just walk away. Oh no Bramley...why do the smart thing when you can just completely screw everything up! I can't believe this cab driver beeping his horn for my neighbor is so rude! What a jerk! My alarm clock hasn't even gone off yet! Am I really 53 today? Where did the time go? Oh wait, I know exactly where it went. It went right into Studio 17 May 14th, 1976. Right into her dressing room. Yea, I reached to turn the knob of her dressing room door, took one last look around before going in. Damn Bramley, you crazy bugger...that was your last chance to not get mixed up in all that mess. But instead, I just turned the knob and stepped on in to her dressing room. My stomach was a infested with butterflies. But that scent that punch me in the nose, pulled me right on in. I'll never forget that smell...it was as if she were doused in sunflowers, lemon grass, and ocean air. It was the freshest smell I ever had the pleasure of getting a whiff of. Not like this old smelly, dirty, disgusting studio I'm now living in, in the Bronx!