So, I was just wondering if this group has de-evolved back into the
synapses of Rhyce.
If, by chance, our young Rhyce is unable to continue on shall we not
all continue to carry the weight of scripts onward and take a moment to
bow our heads in fond remeberance of young Rhyce.
I'd say it's time for another meet, assuming the non-de-evolution of
this group, and not over brunch, we ain't in La la land, but some seedy
dump or dive that befits (in my case) a starving writer or any other
kind of writer worth his or her tap water.
After all, why waste the chance to bleach the alligator over a cuppa
and after that...
Heigh ho,
squalid