Moira’s friend Olivia is a pretty cool chick, though the first time we met she was pretty put off. See, in those days, I was a super-cool comic book store manager, working with a bunch of young hot girls who all wanted a taste. So Moira brings ‘Liv in to see the cute boy manager she likes and Olivia catches me yelling something along the lines of “ah 16, the perfect age!” Not, of course, being relatively close to 16 years old myself, it was a strong dose of sarcasm that just came off as pedophilia.

Weeks and months later, a few beers, some “that’s just the way he is” reassurances, and a marvelous Jewish wedding all make for good friends. now I just hope her husband Jeff doesn’t find out I took this shot.