The Dingbat Follies

A cold wind blew that day. It was a day just like any other day (except for the cold wind that was blowing). Anyhow, it was in the kitchen of a supper club, over a stubborn pot that just wouldn't get clean. A ferocious alfredo sauce clung to that pot for dear life and it took the dedication of two men to relieve of it's unsanitary post. Two men whose lives would never be the same from that day forward. Two men who could believe in the charisma and tenacity the other wielded so greatly that they foolishly believed that they just might amount to something. It was a fateful day to be sure. A fateful day indeed. A day that gave birth to The Dingbat Follies.