G.G.

Cara and I were down in Chelsea tonight to see the one-man show Tom Crean: Antarctic Explorer (second act much better than the first), and fterwards we were headed towards the subway, a couple doors down from the venue we saw some guy struggling to get his luggage through his lobby doors.

“That looked like Gilbert Gottfried.” I said.

“Yeah, I know. . . it did, didn’t it?”

I headed back to take another look and it sure was, he was still fucking around with his luggage had that same horrible grimaced face he has in public, so you know that shit is for real.