“Michael, there are people that dress like comedians, and there are people that act like comedians… You? You dress like one.”
That sentence was one of the earliest memories I had of my friend Rob. A conversation out of the blue as I was driving around my hometown with three other friends, as we were looking for something to do.
In my defence for my younger days, (and probably now as well… I guess) my family has spent more time dressing me than I have. Clothes that I personally don’t care for, but it’s better to wear anything than to run about naked in a cold/wet Canadian hole in the wall. Continue reading