I have this friend. His name is George. He doesn't come to New York that often. He likes being at home, and he really doesn't work that much. He's great. He loves to get shitfaced, or he used to, before he found religion.
Anyway, he's coming into town this morning for something he says is work related and, since I hardly ever get to see him, and when I do it's always with lots of people there, I thought I'd take the morning off to have breakfast with him.
I'll be over at the U.N.