“No thanks, my partner and I are having a quiet evening alone,” was the standard response to my desperate pleas for company on these ventures.
No hell below us. Above us only sky.
But invites began to spring forth, so I maintained hope for a glorious new life. Then, I was confused. The invites were for "potlucks." Intially, the concept was rather intriguing. I imagined a Woodstockesque gathering at People’s Park, wherein folks warmly welcomed me to choose from assortments of special homemade cigarettes and brownies. I'd pass on the cigs and grab for the latter. The term "pot-luck" made happy sense.
Imagine all the people Living for today
Please understand that I believe in going all out when I host a party. I cook, clean, and prep for days. It's the Jewish way, and the only way really. It's just wrong to invite guests to come over for dinner, with dinner!
Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one
..No wooies; to be continued in next post..