Happiness

I sent this off today:

Dear (famous name deleted):

It has been well established that money does not buy happiness, and this would certainly apply to the three hundred thousand dollars you paid me for the re-write on your property bearing the title "I Only Hit Her Once". For that reason alone, I find that I am not inclined to address the many issues you've enumerated in your long and, if I may say so, incoherent email to me on the subject of your discontent.

The new paradigm calls for you to first love yourself before you can then move on to love others and, for that matter, the re-write I did on your reprehensible project, which I attempted to inject with some civility. I am still in the opening phase of loving myself and, consequently, have no capacity for engaging in any consideration for you at this time.

Best regards from a fellow artist,

Ray D. Shosay

There is an exception to every rule and I now expect to buy a little happiness of my own with the proceeds from the re-write referenced above by taking delivery of something I ordered a little over nine months ago. More on this later.