My roommates in my first off-campus apartment (and my second, third, and forth, because we were either soulmates or inertia junkies) put up a framed picture of Falk in a trenchcoat giving that how-ya-doin’ hand-in-the-shape-of-a-pistol gesture with the caption “Gil circa 2020” (except they used my actual name, those sticklers). I don’t bear much of a physical resemblance, but if you knew me (esp. then), you’d know why it was so fitting. Nine more years until the prophecy’s fulfilled!
83 ain’t too shabby. And now Sammy’s finally got a staring-contest partner.
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06/24/11 at 04:41 PM