So, it’s rolled around again. I’ve managed to lap the sun and tick off one more year. In addition to myself, is my good friend Scott Argiro…
..seen here with me in the Spring of 1987.
Well, 25 years have passed, and Scott has been working out, eating right, settled down and married, you can see by the following picture that he is, in fact, falling apart rather rapidly. Safe to say, Scott may have in fact, discovered the fountain of old.
(Scott and Jim today.)
I, on the other hand, have grown more handsome, debonair, and maintained my rugged good looks and boyish charm by chain smoking, living on pizza, burgers and beer and vodka, and chasing trouble in a skirt at every opportunity.
Jim Says: “Happy Birthday, buddy. I SAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!!”
(He doesn’t hear as well as he used to.)
