When Charlie Parker’s 2-year-old daughter Pree died of pneumonia on March 6, 1954, he was in Los Angeles fulfilling a week-long engagement at the Tiffany Club. His wife, Chan, sent a wire from New York to let him know that they had lost her, and received four telegrams in reply: 4:11 a.m.: MY DARLING …
1. Bogart drunk goes off on Bergman for leaving him in Casablanca. As far as he’s concerned she’s nothing but a whore, freedom fighting husband and all. Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in …
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Life sadly is pretty much about whether or not you can afford to do this. Catering Boss: I’m not paying you to do… whatever it is you’re doing out here. Ricky Fitts: Fine. So don’t pay me. Catering Boss: Excuse me? Ricky Fitts: I quit. So you don’t have to pay me. . . Now …
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