Don't just let that thought simmer. Expunge it with a comment.
I always wish I was a Mad-Men man
I sometimes wish I was like a Man Men Type. You know broody, all sad-eyed and shy, yet seen as quite a catch by the ladies. A sharp dresser with my hat cocked slightly to the side and in my my pants, dressed to the right (I think that’s okay; or should it be to the left?)
Oh how I would brood and go all melancholy when alone. I would look off into the distance as if calling upon some dark, distant secret that the world cannot know about me or my existence will completely be shattered and forever ruined. I would cry into my hot chocolate just before going to bed alone. I would brush back my severely receding hairline wishing it was still there. I would go to pat the dog and remember I didn’t have one.
Ah, hang on a minute, that’s not a Mad-Men type of man. That’s my life.
Damn.
citizenjoe has been around for quite a long time and when I say he has been around, I mean he has been around. He likes writing and enjoys hanging out with this motley bunch of characters.
Lionel Gherkin is a sad sack with good reason, the poor bastard. You can read why in 
Along for the ride is Shelby Wright. Shelby is ahighly respected and well-to-do-man-about-town. He is the group's cultural attache; its conscience but not really its heart. 
And let's not forget Brenda Spoon. The lovely of the group. She a humourous bone that'll grab you like a meat hook and then tenderise like a piece of steak. People tell me she's hilarious; and who knows, one day I may even laugh at them.