Fame in the future TENSE.

I was walking in my neighborhood the other nite with Woody Allen, both of us blown on precious purp and stuffed with brick oven pizza. I stared at my pal as we got ready to cross 1st Avenue and what I thought was a look of contentment at all being right with the world was actually a look of jaded disgust.“UGH!” my friend muttered, as she adjusted her famous, thick-framed glasses. “Look at that,