It wasn’t recently. It was once upon a time, when I had another name, another life, another belief system. But it did happen and I do have the picture to prove it.

Just eating breakfast with the ambiguously gay duo hardly qualifies me as a rebel though. This is the rebel part…

I won this breakfast with Bert & Ernie by writing a letter. In the letter, I told Bert & Ernie how watching them on TV saved my life. It’s true that I was sickly as a child and did my time in the hospital, but I would call the notion that I owed my life to Bert & Ernie’s healing influence a bit of a stretch. It appears my aptitude for largely exaggerated scenarios began at the age of five.