My mother has, for years, expressed her opinion that one day I will be famous. My wife as well has asserted that she expects people across the world to know me. But being, in my view, “a no one from nowhere,” I have merely brushed those lofty expectations aside as the rose-colored-glasses view of the people who love me. So when fame finally came, it was as much of a shock to me as to anyone.
“Hey, is this your nose?”
That message was a bit disconcerting. I cast about in my mind trying to figure out what my good friend could possibly be talking about, and then I saw the picture he attached.
It was indeed my nose.
Perhaps a bit of a backdrop is needed for you to fully grasp the hilarity and oddity of my Mike Wazowski “I’m on the cover of a magazine!” type moment (from a scene in “Monsters, Inc.”)
