Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for March 21, 2015
Transcript:
Petey: Lunch is ready. You have to come home. Alice: Nobody is listening to me play the toy ukulele. Petey: Immune to the indifference of the masses, the true artist pursues his or her art in bitterest solitude, compelled only by the irresistible tidal pull of the creative impulse. Alice: Heck with that. All I did was turn the crank so the noise'd come out. Petey: You weren't very good at it either.
Alice has left the manhole cover. Thank you and good night.