The Wayward Law

A new partner at a prestigious firm goes to sleep one night, and awakes before the gates of heaven. He says to St. Peter, “I’m only 37. I’m way too young to be here!” St. Peter says, “not according to your billable hours.”

I took a few hours off of my pressing schedule of sailing, re-reorganizing the apartment, and sending things back and forth to and from Europe to attend my friend Cristina’s PJ Party at Space Gallery:

“A naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. She sets the poodle on the bar, and the bartender says, ‘I suppose you won’t be needing a drink.’ Naked blonde says…”