saw ian buchanan on broadway here in bad young seattle. broadway's a crappy mini-mall street, not show bidness. luckily i was heavily
statused out with my american apparel bag which meant i wasn't intimidated. he was so layered 80s and
was accompanied by two total fags, one of whom had an urban outfitters
bag. i heard his scottish accent. i saw the duke lavery-ness. that's who he played on general hospital, which i used to watch right after fat albert. i had nothing
to say because "hey, aren't you that guy i used to have a crush on in
1987?" seemed inappropriate. after all, the two fags he was with might have thought i was talking about them. at least i knew his first name was ian and he looked at me. i had to look up the buchanan part.
he was asking one of the guys about that guy's career choice, then he gawked in the window of an adult superstore about which there is nothing super. last seen heading in
the direction of a piroshky joint, but they could just as easily have
been on their way to a piercing parlor or a jack-in-the-crack on the same block. jack in the crack is seattle lingo for jack in the box i think because fags go there when the bars close and fags are clever with the rhymes (yes i mean you snoop dogg!) or because of the whole e coli outbreak the jack place killed people with back in the 1990s of last millenium.
i'm taller than him or at least stopped slouching while i stared and he wears rich people earth shoes and
khakis and sport coat and probably $90 underwear. oh yeah, i could have also said "what's it like to be
291st in line to be james bond?" but then he would just have stared pensively and gone to commercial.