Last week I received an email from an old friend with a photo of Kevin Spacey attached. My friend wrote me: “Ei, mate, you wouldn’t say that you and Kevin were so similar, would you? The picture showed Kevin Spacey looking directly at the camera, sporting a daring sun glasses latest fashion. It’s true, look at the photo of my facebook’s profile and you’ll see: I appear in the same provocative attitude, garnished with a similar sunglasses and, yes, we resemble. However, I don’t mind to say that there were a time when we resembled each other even more, and without sunglasses.
It was when I still had hair in my head. At this time Kevin Spacey wasn’t so well known, and American Beauty had just arrived in the cinemas of Barcelona. It was saturday night and I had to meet some friends at a party. As I said, I wasn’t completely bald yet. Nevertheless, my hair had began to fall out and I was worried about ending up like a balloon. I didn’t feel as Casanova, I rather felt like Kevin Spacey in the famous shower scene of American beauty. I felt ugly, even more ugly that I usually feel. Despite I had had my hair cut by the best hairdresser of Barcelona, I recently had had a failed flirtation and I didn’t arrive at the party in the best espirits.
When I got to the party and knocked on the door drinks had started flowing. I heard noises indoors and two girls who came to open fast enough. I guessed they were little bit tipsy, but I should confess that I never could have guessed what they were going to do. They opened the door and, suddenly, at unisound, like it was a prepared performance, they began to shout: “Ahhh! It’s Kevin Spacey. Kevin has come to the party. Come and see, folks. Kevin Spacey is here!” My mood changed immediately. I started laughing non stop. And I don’t want to show off –men should be discrete- but thanks to my brother Kevin I had a fucking inspired night.
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