I had a dream last night that I was back at Carmel for a reunion of some kind. Everything was different and under construction, and I remember looking for Mr Morrison, my old drama teacher.
The one thing that stuck, however, was how many times I uttered the Naga laugh in front of people I hated.
That was quite impressive.
The one thing that stuck, however, was how many times I uttered the Naga laugh in front of people I hated.
That was quite impressive.