So I'm walking home from school today and guess who I see: Steve Ivcich. Except it wasn't Steve Ivcich. It was Steve Ivcich, just 15 years younger. And he wasn't named Steve Ivcich. This is yet again another example of me seeing someone who I know except just at a different age. For example, last summer I did my community service hours at Ronald McDonald House, which is this place by Children's Memorial Hospital that gives free room and board to people who don't live in the area but don't know when they can return home because their kid has a disease, is badly injured, etc. So the grounds kept at the Ronald McDonald house is named some name I can't remember, but I know his name wasn't Zandy. Except the weird thing is that this guy looked EXACTLY like Zandy, except 30 years older. Same voice, same face, same sense of humor, the whole 9 yards (speaking of 9 yards, I remember this conversation I had a while back about the origin of that phrase and is has something to do with escaping from prisons.) So It's the present day, and yet their are two identical version of the same person(s), except they are of different ages. And have different names. Another example: So I have to go to get a hair cut cause my dad turns into a Fundamentalist when my hair gets to long so I had no choice but to cut it. So I'm off to the Hair Cuttery, the one on Wells and Eugenie to be exact, and I go inside and put my name down and take a seat. So I wait around 15 or so minutes and then this lady tells me to come back. Now this ain't any ordinary lady, this is the one and only Chuck. Yes, the Chuck from Narsty, the Chuck that's George's friend, the one we all only kinda know and yet still love. Except once again, it isn't really Chuck. It's Chuck all right, but 10 years older. And she ain't named Chuck. But other then those two recurring factors, they are one in the same. They listen to the same frickin' music, and not only that, she even told me about how she went to the last Bad Brains concert, and how it sucked cause they played only their most famous shit and then a bunch of their Reggae/Rock/Jazz fusion stuff (Not that that has anything to do with Chuck herself, but it just shows that she has common sense.)
If you haven't caught on yet, then let me put the bib on for ya (Red Lobster is overrated.) (like sushi.) All of these examples and stories that I have just given you have one "thing" in common. This one "thing" holds all the pieces of this mysterious puzzle together, and gives it its meaning. This one "thing" has somehow been able to take all of these stories and make them possible; this one "thing" is the glue that holds the pizza pie to the plumber's ass.
Until the moment this afternoon when I was walking home from school and I saw Steve Ivcich but I really hadn't, I had always wondered what the one special thing about this "thing" really was. I had always known this "thing" to be this "thing", and yet I always knew that this "thing" had some other purpose, agenda, special thing about this "thing" that always seemed to make weird things happen involving this "thing" that no one could explain. And then, after I passed the Steve Ivcich that wasn't Steve Ivcich, I realized what was the thing about this "thing."
This "thing" had the ability to warp our own ideas about people, and reshape them to give us a new understanding of these people. These people are the ones I spoke of. They were once but people I knew, but I didn't really know em'. Now I don't exactly feel like I know know em', but I don't feel like a stranger. And yet I have also realized that this "thing" truly isn't someone different then ourselves. This "thing" in fact holds no superpowers at all, No exotic/erotic voodoo magic, No complex personality that people can't understand, in fact, the only extraordinarily Amazing Thing about This "Thing" Is IT's BLINDing, CHAOS Causing, TUSUNAMI Trembling, ABSOLUTELY RAVISHING SEXINESS!

This "Thing" is none other then George Ivcich.
p.s. By Sexiness I mean [crowd whisper's in Nikesh's ear]... Sexiness