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by Brent Kellogg
September 18, 2008
Things have been so slow in Genoa City I've started
losing interest. I mean, how many times can Gloria
Bardwell tell Lowell Baldwin that he left her all
alone with a son to raise and that Michael Baldwin
cried himself to sleep at night not knowing who his
daddy was? How stupid is it that Lowell would say he
couldn't be a father/husband because he was too busy
blowing up banks and killing janitors?
How many times can Michael whine that he must know
who his father is in order for him to know himself
and the knowledge will somehow make him a better
father/husband? And when he finds daddy, how many
times can Michael say he wants nothing to do with
him and order Lowell to leave town?
Who the hell leaves the key to their apartment over
the door? Understandably, the Baldwin's live in a
condom, but leaving the key in an easy to find place
is sheer lunacy. And how about Jeff Bardwell knowing
where to look for the key and letting himself in?
Would you do that?
The answer is not bloody likely. You know that
feeling. Just yesterday I went to the neighbor's
home with some health drinks that my deceased wife
didn't get to drink. Knowing the neighbors drank the
same product, when I arrived the front door was
open. Calling out and getting no response, I
entered, and while having the best of intentions,
that I was in someone's home without their knowledge
caused a creepy feeling to spread over me. Putting
the drinks in fridge, I got out of there pronto,
found the neighbors outside, told them what I'd
done, they didn't care, but still, going into
someone's home when they know about it first is
creepy.
I know what you're saying. Jeff and the lot of them
are creepy. Which brings me to Daniel Romalotti.
Try as I might to remain nonpartisan, Daniel creeps
me out. His poor choice of women aside, I'm trying
to understand why he went by Useless Style Magazine
before heading off to New York. It's not like he
went there to say good-bye to mommy Phyllis Newman.
It didn't appear he planned any farewell. No see you
later for step-brother Noah Newman or step-daddy
Nick Newman who it would turn out would be so busy
with a business meeting and yet Daniel didn't go
back to see Nick long before the meeting. Daniel
didn't even say so long to one and only male friend
Kevin Fisher, who just the other day he'd rushed to
tell of his sexual conquest over blowup doll Colleen
Carlton.
Turns out Daniel dropped by USM to see if anything
there might be something he'd need in New York. Like
what? Sketch protectors? You might think that for
someone lucky enough to get their first grade crayon
scratching displayed at a prestigious NY gallery,
he'd take better care of them. Sticky and dog eared,
Daniel crams them into a bag. Yeah, he's quite the
professional overnight success. Now mommy, don't you
gloat. Don't go around bragging how your son one day
thought of becoming a photographer and the next day
was one. Don't tell anyone that a couple weeks later
Daniel discovered he could sketch masterpieces and
had the good fortune to be discovered by art expert
Sabrina Newman. Do not tell that Daniel completely
skipped the local art shows and did not have to work
his way up like all struggling artists, in Genoa
City there's this thing called instant
gratification. There are the "business courses"
Daniel took which are starting to pay off and made
him the freak he is today.
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