June 6th, 2007
Friend: I have the fucking Mary Tyler Moore song in my head ... And now I know "You're gonna make it after all".
Brian: DAMN. YOU. Now I have it in MY head too.
[A short pause]
Brian: OK. This is war.
Brian: "Who's peeking out from under a stairway
Calling a
name that's lighter than air?
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow?
Everyone knows it's Windy."
"And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash
at the sound of lies.
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds ...
above the clouds."
Friend: Supposedly, you can't think about two things at the same time, but I don't know.
Friend: Windy's so flighty. Mary's just a down to business (shallow twat) of a modern woman.
Brian: Mary Richards turned bitter and viscious after her second divorce. Finally, at age 50 she deliberately plowed her car one Friday night into a crowd of teens standing outside a movie theatre. She screamed and tried to resist the cops as they arrested her, and ended up with a subdural haematoma that eventually led to an aneurism. She survived, but these days she lives in a one-room walk-up on social assistance. She has 14 cats that she rescued from Central Park, and her neighbors call her a crazy woman.
[A short pause]
Brian: On the other hand, Windy was found dead of a heroin overdose in 1973...
Brian: In a trailer in Arizona.
[A short pause]
Friend: Bang-bang chitty-chitty bang-bang,
our fine bipolar
friend ...
Brian: Now THAT's funny!
Friend: Until you find yourself humming it all day.
Brian: DAMN. YOU. PART. TWO.
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