A few things I miss

1. Being two. At that tender age I used to sing and dance on stages all over the country. I was called “Brooksie-Bee.” Folks couldn’t get enough of me. I was on Johnny Carson three times during that year. That was unheard of! But then I turned three and got mange from our dog, Plowder. The bookings stopped. I got depressed and began snorting talcum powder.
2. My friendship with actor, Burt Reynolds. I lived next door to him. We used to hangout. Often we would talk in animal sounds. Once he got so into making the sounds of a bull that he actually became 14 bulls, and stampeded my living room, destroying all the furniture. He then returned back to himself. He asked what happened to my living room. I told him. He didn’t believe me. I told him that’s because he had low-self esteem as an actor. He said I didn’t know what I was talking about, and he stormed out. He came back the next day and apologized and bought me new furniture. We were friends again. But then he died recently.