Take a look at this! J. Sherman Bartley! Chesley Snider! Gregory Pizzitola! Oh, and, er, Todd Clark. Why do Americans have such fantastic names?
What wouldn't I give to be called Chesley Snider?! Just imagine me in downtown Acton, strolling into Morrisons: 'Hi, I’m Chesley Snider. Where do you keep the baked beans?'
These people are just so fucking glamorous. I can't compete. Of course, I have the astral plane. That is some comfort, I suppose. No one on the plane would bat an eyelid if I started calling myself Dufford K. Gaines, or Chip Martenson, or Bud Bulbrook, or ...
... but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be physical life, you dig?
What wouldn't I give to be called Chesley Snider?! Just imagine me in downtown Acton, strolling into Morrisons: 'Hi, I’m Chesley Snider. Where do you keep the baked beans?'
These people are just so fucking glamorous. I can't compete. Of course, I have the astral plane. That is some comfort, I suppose. No one on the plane would bat an eyelid if I started calling myself Dufford K. Gaines, or Chip Martenson, or Bud Bulbrook, or ...
... but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be physical life, you dig?
