Thursday, June 28, 2007
And he wore the Mustache so well...
sometime between March and May of 2000, I believe... Saba's house, Borough Park days.
He looked at me with his lips pursed, in the Drew way, eyes looking elsewhere, "Wha'd'ya think?". I like it, I would say. And it was the truth. On him, I liked it, I thought it worked. He pulled it off. And why shouldn't he do something he's inclined to by the itch of a hair in his a** on a hot New York day? "You just don't want any girls looking at me", he would say. "I love you Drew, do what makes you happy", I said in my own nonchalant way.
Posted by JP at 4:01 PM