distinctivecat

Brief story of the decline of man: About five years after Deer Hunter came out I grew a beard and would occasionally get not entirely incredible DeNiro comparisons. In the mideighties, when I had Talking Heads on the walkman, my students in the poetry in the schools programs would yell Moonlighting when I walked into class. My hair loss has since kept pace with Bruce Willis's. In the mid nineties, I walked in front of a car in a crosswalk and somebody yelled Hey Phil Collins asshole! In the decade since I occasionally receive greetings as Paul Shaeffer.

Right now, I'm going for a beastly upgrade, the Ben Kingsley as Russian narc look. It's not working.


The mirror of celebrity is no kinder than any other.