My Ma always told me I was going to be a box office hit.
“Kid, with looks like that and the charm crawling out of your ears, ya can’t miss.”
I paid my dues, struggled for years. Had a few ups. Remember the guy catching the bass in that Blatz commercial that was popular in ‘68? Yours truly. But that was about the height.
Finally, though, I am a box office sensation that people fawn over. Yes-sirree-bob, at 75 I’m a hit.
I’m that guy who sells you those Broadway tickets at a quarter price an hour before the show.
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