I had a casino game I liked to try out using this more youthful man, a invention that is hilarious of own called “Is He Dead?” It involved dealing with living a-listers he had been most likely too young to consider as though these people were already dead, then seeing if he stated any such thing.
Like, “This Cuban-Chinese restaurant is half-Latino, much like the belated Emilio Estevez.” Or, “we simply place a dollarâ€™s worth of O-Town tracks within the jukebox. Whom knew a dollarâ€™s would be had by this bar worth of O-Town tracks? It is too bad O-Town ended up being hit by a bus.”
He had been the only real “younger guy” Iâ€™d ever gone out with, by about six years, and I also accustomed ask my buddies obsessively if it absolutely was “weird.” Nevertheless they simply thought it absolutely was strange that all our conversations could begin a potential death rumor about Ray Liotta.