que los dias son eternos, y vacios sin mi

after his failed stint as a cocaine pusher and his continued scraping by as the manager of a moving company that falsely advertises his progeny, francisco garbiccio, esquire (as played on TV), got his first small break, winning an arts festival for a play he wrote and directed. i asked him if he was going to work early on monday and he said "i'm living the dream!" which means he will spend the money on rent. he's now been commissioned to write another play where the audience is children. my advice: "make candy rain from the catwalks. this will ensure a standing ovation"