THE GREAT GADFLY: Coming Home
Late last night, on the ride home from work, I spotted a billboard for Jenny Craig featuring Joy Behar from The View. There she was, grinning like a giant demonic goon in her snappy little form-fitting after-picture outfit. It hit me that this picture would resemble exactly what my father would look like if he were ever to do drag. And this thought frightened me. Am I going to age into someone who looks like a Joy Behar drag queen? It was bad enough when I made the realization that my dad looked like Garry Shandling. Now this?
As I walked down the block to my apartment at god o'clock in the evening, I did something geekily indulgent. I listened to "East Hastings" by Godspeed You Black Emperor (yeah, I know there's punctuation in that band's name somewhere, but maybe I don't WANT indie cred, okay?). Walking down the deserted Lakeview street with this music throbbing into my papier mache skull, I pretended I was the last guy on Earth. Or at least in Boystown.
Then I went up to my apartment and had some toast.
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