Life of Quigley

Here’s the yes-I-guess-it’s-done-but-I-can-still-work-on-it version. I’ve posted the progression, but not the “finished” product.

Scene: A bucolic Brooklyn morning, our hero walking his dogs comes upon smiling mentally impaired gentleman.

MIG: Hi!
Q: Hi.
MIG: Do you collect numbers?
Q: No, as a habit I don’t give my number out. No offence..
MIG: That’s OK. (Extends hand)
Q: (shakes hand)
MIG: I like your dick.
Q: ? (Taking this opportunity to make sure that his Master John Goodfellow wasn’t making an unscheduled appearance-it wasn’t)
Q: That’s not a polite thing to say.. (As if Emily post had a section on complimenting another gentleman’s man loaf)
MIG: (Shrugging) I just had to say it!

My friend (and very good painter) Gail has launched her website. Since I live so close I got a little blowback.

Take a look:

http://gailrothschild.com/

He will steal your socks..