The Diary of a Madman
Richard Conrad threw the best parties. He never hired bands or orchestras for entertainment—he was the entertainment. He now sat in front of his baby grand piano and played lively tunes, singing along in a clear and beautiful tenor. The guests were full of smiles and just a little too drunk. The party was in full swing, sounds of amiable chatter and laughter wafting through the air like the strong scent of cigars and cocktail drinks that were passed around. Everything was great, everyone was...