good evening, mr. blank.
martin, i don't know where you've been since you abandoned my daughter ten years ago, and i don't care. it was good that you left, and i'm glad you did. so what do you want to talk about? you've grown up a bit. maybe i had you figured wrong.
i visualized you, in a haze, as one of the slackster, flannel-wearing, coffeehouse-misanthropes i've been seeing in newsweek.
oh, you know me, martin. i'm the same old sell-out baby-boomer, exploiting the oppressed i got shot for at kent state. but why don't we have a drink and forget the whole thing?
so what are you doing with your life now, son?
that's good.