Hey, I used to be a chainsaw repair man for real—in South San Francisco, no less. Didn't get a lot of gay guys in the shop that I recall, although that was thirty years ago, back when it was still a little dicey to be totally out to the general public, even in that area.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.