It happened again today. What is becoming a disturbingly common occurrence. I'm standing outside having a butt, minding my own, and a man walks by and says "Remember William Holden?!?"
"Yeah", I say.
"That's who you look like!" he barks, and moves on
What the hell is going on here, with strangers telling me who I look like? Where do they get the fucking nerve? I don't look anything like William Holden, which makes it more disturbing.
Now, I liked old Bill as much as the next person (he popped Audrey Hepburn twicet in the movies, after all), and when I go I wouldn't mind it tumbling down the staircase while slagged, tumbler of whiskey in my hand, but that is beside the point. Is this some Red Hatter plot to drive me insane? First I'm Al Gore, then Bob Graham, hell, everyone knows I look like Sting.
I believe I suffer from a bad case of Accessibility. I must need acting lessons. The stern visage I imagine I am exuding, the one that silently says "Back off, screwhead. Keep moving" is apparently in reality a mien that says "Blowjobs! Get yer blowjobs heah!"
Maybe I'll just smoke in the front of the building.