As is tradition, everyone (except poor Jason) gets a blog on their birthday and while Gray Cloud hates celebrating another year, I’ll tell you a quick story about one of our adventures.
GC and I used to drive around the hills of Marin, killing time by picking out mansions. While highly strange, we’d literally spend hours in his fancy-ass car arguing over who had better taste in high-end real estate. One rainy afternoon, we passed this kid walking along the street, hair falling in his glasses, long raincoat billowing behind him.
“Jesus Christ, that kid looks JUST like Harry Potter.”
“I know. I was thinking the same thing.”
“Seriously. It’s like he’s in costume.”
We drove around some more, somehow ending up passing this kid again. This time, as we approached, we could see something scrawled in Sharpee on his white t-shirt. As we got closer, we were able to make it out.
“Oh my god, that’s awesome.”
“I love this kid.”
On his shirt, clearly penned by a frustrated hand was the phrase, “Yeah, I know I look like Harry Potter. Get over it.”
We agreed that once we could afford our mansions, we’d adopt Angry Harry and celebrate his bitter adolescence.
Because seriously, he looked EXACTLY like Harry Potter…