Sunday, October 30, 2005

Well ... I'm relatively certain this man lives in my neighborhood.

I definitely rode my skateboard right past Stephen Wright on the sidewalk today ... a Sunday.

What was he doing there?

Living, perhaps?

The magic 8-ball I don't really own says yes.

I was riding along and I saw him in the distance. I thought to myself, "Hmm, that guy looks familiar." As I got closer I thought to myself, "HOLY CRAP! THAT'S STEPHEN WRIGHT!" His eyes met mine. In that instant I could see into his head where he was thinking, "HOLY CRAP! THIS FREAK KNOWS WHO I AM AND IS GOING TO BOTHER ME NOW!" But I didn't. I just kept riding along.

You might be hilarious and famous Stephen Wright, but you're still just some dude on the street who I might have to throw in front of zombies to save myself someday. Hero worship is for cowards and the retarded. Zombies will eat their brains.