Neck Roll Philiac

Today I followed a man around Safeway for 15 minutes because from the back of his neck I felt that I knew him and wanted to figure out who he was before looking at his face. Bit of a slow day up here. Skin: red, slight shaving rash, pudgy around the collar. Hair: brown, cut straight but a little shaggy. Dark lowlights. Ears: pierced, both of them. Hat: sort of a mod bowler. I stalked him past the frozen perogies, whilst he fondled avocados, as he considered some sale books. There was just something about him (well, his neck) that I had seen before. Under stage lights? Why was I thinking of David Geffen?

Ah, got it. It was Elton John.

In 1988 I raced up the I-80 north of San Francisco, certain that I had seen Stevie Wonder drive by in a black BMW. Drive by. Took about 10 minutes for me to figure out the central miscalculation there.

Tomorrow? Probably Christina Aguilera will come collecting for the Cancer Society. I'd better go clean up the foyer right now so as not to be found ill-prepared.