Attached to the record store in the back is a small garage where he and a couple of other enthusiasts tinker and work on 1950 era Italian motorcycles. They lose screws and bolts all the time and have to retrofit other parts to fit but its no biggie cause the sun's setting and the garage faces west, lawn chairs come out and they pass around some beers out of the cooler and play some vintage Cream on the killer sound system. Later, they order calzones with extra cheese and roasted peppers and these mushrooms that the owner puts in special for them. It's a good life.
This scenario could just about...ALMOST reconcile me to never ever ever seeing Gale onscreen again. Or, Taylor Swift could get a letch for older men and at least he'd be in the tabloids...
"Or maybe he and Randy could get together and organize cons. :P "
lol-o-pazolla, I almost peed my pants.
I imagine he's back to selling ice cream in his widdle truck (I imagine him kind of like that demonicangel possesed ice cream truck driver in Legion that stops in the middle of fuckwit nowhere, the ice cream truck talalalala spooky music playing in the background, and he comes out of the truck and glares down what is left of the human race as if he wants to make human a new flava of icecream. OH SNAP.
Well this brings up one very important question -- what kind of medicine does Peter Wingfield practice, and how do I sign up to be one of his patients?
It's not as funny and awesome as your post, but I think Gale is busy with his Family. His little brother is a bit of a mess and mentally ill. Actually the whole story is pretty sad and I could see Gale dropping everything to be there for him and his folks.
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lol-o-pazolla, I almost peed my pants.
I imagine he's back to selling ice cream in his widdle truck (I imagine him kind of like that demonicangel possesed ice cream truck driver in Legion that stops in the middle of fuckwit nowhere, the ice cream truck talalalala spooky music playing in the background, and he comes out of the truck and glares down what is left of the human race as if he wants to make human a new flava of icecream. OH SNAP.
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