At Mary's birthday dinner last night I had the good fortune of running into accosted Ziggy to take a picture with me. I was slightly embarassed at my audacity and borderline rudeness but secretly proud of my audacity and borderline rudeness.

I wonder if I'll ever think of him as being a real person named James Ransome, or PJ as Mary calls him or if he'll forever and always be Ziggy to me, the total fuck up son of Sobotka who nevertheless occupies a special spot in my heart (the part of my heart reserved for The Wire characters).

Thanks for the picture Zig! It made my night! I hope I didn't ruin yours! :-)