My OperaCall me Phelps, Brian Phelps
Saturday, April 30, 2011 6:15:30 AM
Oh, hello there. Call me Phelps, Brian Phelps.
I own an art gallery. Yes, I know the fancy, snobby stereotype that such a task causes, but I'll have you know I don't fit the bill. Sure, I own the gallery, but I don't consider myself a critic or connoisseur. I appreciate some of the classics, but I can't tell modern art from a child's scribbling. I have people to look into that. However, I do have a good eye for jewelry like engagement rings and necklaces, as a product of a family with a long and proud tradition of skilled jeweler's.
I've been married for the past ten years, to my second wife Elaine who still has trouble remembering her own birthday. I keep up cordial relations with my first wife, Katherine, who despite having the opportunity to do so, was kind enough not to rob me blind during the settlement. All she took was the house - which was mostly hers anyway - and custody of that contemptible cat of hers, Belgarde. I try to keep up with my son Jonathan and his fast-changing computer-related world, but a lot of the words he uses make less sense to me than Greek.
I have two goldfish, which I have unimaginatively named 'Fish' and 'Other Fish.' I've always been terrible with names, which is probably why my first wife picked out my son's name. My son sometimes asks me to do him a favor and take care of his dog, Cocaine.
I own an art gallery. Yes, I know the fancy, snobby stereotype that such a task causes, but I'll have you know I don't fit the bill. Sure, I own the gallery, but I don't consider myself a critic or connoisseur. I appreciate some of the classics, but I can't tell modern art from a child's scribbling. I have people to look into that. However, I do have a good eye for jewelry like engagement rings and necklaces, as a product of a family with a long and proud tradition of skilled jeweler's.
I've been married for the past ten years, to my second wife Elaine who still has trouble remembering her own birthday. I keep up cordial relations with my first wife, Katherine, who despite having the opportunity to do so, was kind enough not to rob me blind during the settlement. All she took was the house - which was mostly hers anyway - and custody of that contemptible cat of hers, Belgarde. I try to keep up with my son Jonathan and his fast-changing computer-related world, but a lot of the words he uses make less sense to me than Greek.
I have two goldfish, which I have unimaginatively named 'Fish' and 'Other Fish.' I've always been terrible with names, which is probably why my first wife picked out my son's name. My son sometimes asks me to do him a favor and take care of his dog, Cocaine.
