Who's this crusty old geezer crawling out of his grave and why do I have the strange urge to call him fat?
I remember when SPiEky paid for me at Starbucks. It was like a fever dream within the deepest part of my psyche. I can still see myself standing there in line, waiting to place my order. I didn't know at the time that it was him in front of me, but looking back, I should have. When he stepped aside, gracefully maneuvering towards the next counter to wait for his drink, he smiled at me, and said "We're no strangers to love..." He knew the rules, and so did I.