I used to hang at The Crazy Horse, but the proprietor's gone missing and I don't trust myself at The Bada Bing. But I just can't get enough of Carmela's ziti. I retraced history for nickel whiskey and five-dollar pussy at The Gem; despite the Belle Union's qualities, I prefer Swerengen's tongue to Tolliver's teeth. In the meantime, my three wives and I are building an eternal family. I'm still looking for Sofie, whether marching with the 13th or patrolling with McNulty. I'm driving an avocado-green hearse to the Fisher's for family dinner; Ruth is making my favorite: pumpkin mulligatawny. After dessert, I'm meeting the Chenowith's for coffee. TV is only as good as the company you keep.

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Edited by Walkara at 08/02/2006 9:04 PM