The picture of the dashing gentleman to the left has my first and last name and i discovered him doing a quick google search. Sometimes I wonder how his life has been compared to mine so far, but then I look at the picture again and instantly have a good idea. I feel bad about my namesake looking like that, and potentially being confused with me someday. Then I feel sad about that prospect. Maybe I should take over his life as a Client Services Director for RHR, offering dirty services to his clients and therefore ruining his life! Or maybe that's what he does, maybe he's an OG Pimp!?
No, I'll let Gary H. go on with his life of whiskey drinking, survivor-watching, gun polishing evening in the deep south somewhere.
Here's to you, parallel-universe Gary, may all your incestual indiscretions be fruitful!
