Mark's Pages

April 24, 2006:

"Best band in town," she said, proudly, even defiantly, thrusting her chin out, "and we can't get a gig."

They weren't. They were the vanity project of her sister and brother-in-law, a deep well and deeper pool of family flattery. Where their narcissism and hers collided in a Big Bang of self-congratulation.

There are also people who like the smell of their own farts.