“Everything a joke to you, Fletch?”
It’s like the first notes of the first song that I ever heard. A song that I can’t stop humming.
See, I’m both afflicted by the plague of smartassery and fascinated by it; spending too much time analyzing it, absorbing it and writing about it.
It even affects my personality, which can — at times — seems like an amalgamation of the slacker-rebel, take nothing seriously character that I grew up idolizing when it had its heyday (but certainly not its birth) in the 80s with films like Fletch, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Police Academy and anything with Bill Murray in it.
In those films (and in some of the old TV shows ...