On Monday, a complete stranger came up to me and said, “Hey, you know who you look like?”
“No,” I said.
“That actor who just died. What was his name?”
It never occurred to me that we looked like each other, but maybe we did. I have been lamenting his death–not because now he can’t play me in the movie of my life, but because I have long been so impressed with his work and it’s such a waste that he died because of his taste for heroin. [Read more...]