So today I’m missing BIB. I miss him every day but particularly so today; Here’s why.
I’m walking in 46th st by the Muse Hotel. I stop because I don’t feel my wallet in my pocket so I do the pocket search thing
and as I do I’m staring at a dude standing in front of the hotel door, he’s looking at me smiling so my brain goes into what’s the deal mode–know him as a contact? no— checking me out? this is new york, who cares, laughing cuz he knows what it’s like losing something, probably—-Then it hits me, had I seen Satan I would have been more pleasant. I move away without acknowledging the guy at all and search for my wallet, I find it—GAWD I hate pants with deep pockets!
So why I miss BIB? Because he would love to give me shit about my chance encounter with the loathsome creature that crossed my path. Every November BIB used to get giddy at the thought of my wife torturing me with xmas movies, he used to make a list and post it so she could see it. I have no idea why he took such joy in my misery but he made sure she knew what was new—he particularly liked to harass me by posting the creatures xmas movie, yes the creature is a so called actor.
Now I’m a mellow guy as you all know I could have walked over to him and told him if he was in NYC to make a xmas movie I would give him a wedgie or something but no I just wished BIB was around so I could share the story, why? because as annoying as it would be to me it would have made my friend so damn happy. I guess you’ll have to be happy in his stead.
The only thing I have to say is DEAN CAIN STAY OUT OF NYC AND TAKE YOUR CRAPPY HALLMARK, XMAS MOVIES WITH YOU!!!!