Big Top by Rob Harrell for March 08, 2003

Transcript:

Manfred: After all those pills and therapy, your poetry cured Wink's insomnia? Pete: Apparently. He's been sleeping for fourteen hours. I'm not sure if I'm proud or insulted. Manfred: Let me see those poems. "The sun comes off her golden locks..." Zzz. Pete: Well, excuse me for having feelings!