You must be Bruce.
I’ve been expecting you.
This is hilarious. So you’re the boss and the electrician and the janitor?
Must be a killer Christmas party.
Don’t get drunk, though. One of you might need a ride home.
Ha-ha-haaa
You always were funny, Bruce, just like your father.
He didn’t mind rolling up his sleeves, either, son.
People underestimate the benefit of good old manual labor.
There’s freedom in it.
Some of the happiest people in the world go home smelling to high heaven at the end of the day.
All right. What is this?
How do you know my father, and how did you get my pager number?
Oh, I know quite a lot about you, Bruce…just about everything there is to know.
Everything you’ve ever said or done or thought about doing…right there in that file cabinet.
Wow. A whole drawer just for me.
Yeah.
Mind if I take a look?
It’s your life.
This oughta be good.
Now, this last entry was a little disturbing.
“The gloves are off, God.”
“God has taken my bird and my bush.”
“God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass.”
“Smite me, O mighty smiter!”
Now, I’m not much for blaspheming, but that last one made me laugh.
