My more realistic and immediate concern is the refusal of my friend, Mike Plante.
Mike is an old friend of mine. We've seen many cities together at many times, and romped together through many an awkward terrain. While he appears to appear like a corporate stooge in the above picture, you'll see that his athletic prowess and sense of victory rivals mine, as pictured below, making him today's best candidate to Be An Actor! Sweet!
As is readily apparent his grit and determination rivals only Spartacus. And it is for those qualities that Frankie sculpted the perfect role for our moustached wingman. And yet, over the last six months, he, like Nora, has rejected every overture for a tailor made project that will propel his star meter to the heavens that house his bowling score. What the fuck gives?
Please, fellow readers, facebook or email me and I'll provide his details so you can harass him into the film.
