Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “Dreaming of the Hostility Suite.” Sure. “It was a fun time. Youthful exuberance, and kicky romps, and there would be a cold cut platter. It was actually a lot like one of those Deadhead networking parties for Wall Streeters.” Really? “Well, there was a lot of coke.” Sure. So, did the … Continue reading Caught In A Noodle Dance