At the time it seemed like a great idea.

At the time it seemed like a great idea. Walt''s bachelor party would be Where's Wally themed. We dressed him up in the trademark red striped shirt and cap and told him to hide in

the bustling crowd of striking line workers at the Lindelburg Candycane factory. He was lost in just seconds. His red and white stripes blending immediately into the masses.

At that exact moment he felt like a complete "nobody." This was perfect for his narcissism because it would allow him to fully engage and grasp the big

picture. It wasn't always about him. At least not this time. It was about Angel. It was about Angel and her fucking art show. He scanned the room, trying to find something to talk

-ic temperament was being severely challenged by this philistine. "Can I call you 'Phil'?," Angel asked him nonchalantly as she made a quick sketch of him hanging by his

elbows over the deepest part of the Potomac River. "I don't know, CAN you?" he replied snottily. Angel took a deep breath as he drew x marks for eyes on his drawing of the barbaria

n warrior who stood before him. The barbarian lifted his arms and said, "I want to axe you a question." Groans were heard for miles. "Okay," Angel replied slowly. "What is it?"

"Are you from heaven, because baby your on fire." The barbarian winked flirtatiously and Angel discovered her cheeks had flushed. Was this guy for real?"Only in your dreams tincan.

Blue men woke me up and I was aware of taking the keys to the house. Now you were free!