At this point in my life I guess there’s a fairly good chance I’ll never be famous, rich, content, liked-by-many, sober, smart, handy around the house, well-dressed, desirable, a doctor, the third member of WHAM!, asked to a party for any reason other than to serve drinks and help clean-up, comfortable, or witty.
But hey, who’s perfect?
I feel like now is the right time for me to take a profound step on my journey of personal growth and acknowledge a few negligible imperfections.
Because I’m competing for my wife’s affections, that’s why, and in order to improve my chances of winning I think I should first recognize one or two minor shortcomings so that I can move forward and become a better man.
With whom am I competing (you may be asking yourself in perfectly irritating proper English)?
Benicio del Toro.
Ever since my wife and I spotted Benicio del Toro (what does that mean anyway, Benicio of the Bull?) at the Cannes Film Festival earlier this year I know she’s been thinking about him.
She won’t acknowledge it but I know she knows I know.
I can feel it.
Of the Bull feels it too.
That’s why I’m taking this bullfight public.
Check out the video I took outside the Hotel Martinez in Cannes. Continue reading