Robert Keith:  

Woe is me, all is lost! Between Bernie what's-his-name and the rest of those crooks it's all gone. The Villa, the yacht, the supermodels and those partying sponges I called friends, all gone. And don't even get me started about all the time and money for those silly French lessons. What a waste! I was lucky enough to get a job on a tramp steamer for my passage back to America. I was also fortunate to find work right away when I got to New York, washing windshields on cars when they stopped at the red lights. What were the odds there would be a job opening right at that time and who knows I may have even cleaned one of your windows, and to that I say "you're welcome". I'm makin' a pretty good livin' doing this and you can't ask for nicer people to deal with. I can't even remember the last time any of my stuff was stolen since I've been at the shelter, but the Doctor says if I keep taking my medication my memory should come back and then I'll tell you. The other day while we were eating supper some fool took off all his clothes and got on one of ...Expand for more