Sunday, February 26, 2012

We've always had a soft spot for the union label, so when Johnnie boarded the bus and fruitlessly dug in his jeans for a couple of quarters, we handed him the fare. "Hey, thanks, man," he said sheepishly and sat down. Stan asked for a picture, he said okay, but wanted a moment. Then he frizzed up his hair and slipped on his shades, only now ready for his closeup. Hollywood. Johnnie probably intends to pay us back, but something tells us that even if we should meet again, he won't remember anything about this, man.