Have you seen that movie, My Bodyguard? You totally should. Early 80's, Matt Dillon as a high school bully, kid hires a motorcycle tough to be his "bodyguard." The bullies do this cool thing where they took huge wads of toilet paper and got it wet and then whipped it at their victims. I'm glad no one does that at my school, but it looks fun.But Mr. Row here is totally right out of that film. He even made his bike out of, well, bike parts that he ebayed and and scrounged and that also included a round trip drive to New York and back that he did in, like, six hours or something insane like that. Six hours, I swear. I can't imagine. I can make a decent spring risotto, savory crepes, the occasional compound-complex sentence, but that's the extent of my assembly skills. What Tracey managed with grandpa's shop and a dream just knocks me out.
And the ladies glasses he's wearing. They're just too much, and I can't believe he's thinking of leaving town--Indiana should start giving cool-people grants to keep folks like Tracey and Joseph in the towns where they're needed.
Anyway. Thanks for stopping by tonight, T.
3 comments:
That's funny he's wearing women's sunglasses because I just mooched a pair from K's grandma. I look totally hot in them in a 1940's grandma sort of way.
Maybe Indiana should start giving twenty-somethings in bad glasses grants...
Comemorative license plates could fund the grants. They'd have to look better with a women's glasses logo instead of sea foam fields.
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