Today on I live in LA and sometimes there are famous people and / or people who look vaguely familiar and if you stare at their faces long enough you realize they are from that car commercial: This guy was in the my yoga class this morning.
And I was perhaps the only one who noticed that he is in fact STEVIE FROM EASTBOUND AND DOWN, THE LOVABLE, PRONE TO TEARS NERD WHO GETS THIS UNFORTUNATE CHIN IMPLANT.
I don’t think I know his real name. I don’t know if I want to know his real name. I just want him to exist in a secret place where I know he’s Stevie, where he knows he’s Stevie, but everyone else is just downward facing their dogs, but meanwhile, in our shared mindspace, we are remembering that time he decided he no longer wanted his unfortunate chinplant, and so he shot it off with a gun.