Writing_woody_allen

I was in a gang.. until my mother found out.

I always had doubts..
sometimes three.

Well.. I mean, if God is up there..
and sees everything I do.. the shame of it! .. and shame on him!!

Then I read Nietzsche.. Sally Nietzsche. I stole her diary.. read it twice.
The first time with the wrong frame of mind.

But I did wrong too. I was sent to Mrs Hackesacker to apologize.
She wasn’t home so I wrote my apology on her bedroom wall.

My wife. What could I say?
She’s fluent in cursing and has a black belt in abuse. (she also has a semi-interest in the fine arts.. when they apply..)

You been a great audience! Not in numbers…
or any other qualification.