Sick of driving, I fly out of Seattle. My friend Nancy is watching my place, and I’ve taken a minimal amount of clothing to get me through November. I’m nervous, and excited.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.
Sick of driving, I fly out of Seattle. My friend Nancy is watching my place, and I’ve taken a minimal amount of clothing to get me through November. I’m nervous, and excited.