Ode To The Mariner

by chris cunningham

The players: Chris, Jill, George and Kevin. We were cruising up Fairfax towards Santa Monica Blvd. when I mentioned I liked the BMW Z8s. There was a grey one directly in front of us which I was refering to. I said it was nice but it was not worth the $170k price tag. Which immediately prompted another discussion regarding people who buy cars they can’t really afford and how this guy probably was one of these kinda guys. The kind that lives in ratty apartment yet drives a pimping set of wheels. The foolhardy decision making that is. Anyway, we were bagging on the guy when we pulled up next to him to make our turn left onto Santa Monica. I glanced over, and George and I both dismiss him as “Oh, it’s some old guy”. I figured he probably could afford it at that point. Jill takes a closer look and blurts out, “Hey, it’s Kevin Costner!”. Kevin Costner was the butt off our laughter today. Yikes, when he did he get so old?