So I’m coming out of the Chinese takeaway on Flatbush and Park Place, and about to cross the Flatbush race track, when I notice to my right, David Rasche. If you’re an 80’s kid like myself, you’ll remember him in Sledgehammer - the ultimate retro crime show - I lived on that program. And here he was, donning a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, looking, may I say, great. I turned to him and said “David?” (not remembering his last name right away), and he grinned - he obviously thought I knew him… I introduced myself, told him I was sorry for bothering him (as we all know the “stars” hear it all the time) and reached out to shake his hand. The man reciprocated. Awesome.

Anyway, that’s my wee story in this mellow ‘hood of Brooklyn - David Rasche’s a neighbor.

Random - I fucking love it.