Vigoda, Abe

February 24, 1921 | Abe Vigoda | Tessio

Dear Fish,

Happy Birthday, you decrepit old codger! 83 years and not dead yet! Nosiree, Bob! All alive and accounted for here! Vigoda = not dead! Sure, you may look and smell like a week-old hamhock, but you are 100% still among the living. Abe, alive. Vigoda, vital. Yes, you resemble Mumm-Ra the Everliving’s grampa, but you are a bona-fide unexpired mortal. Able Abe. Living, breathing, non-corpse.

Just do us all a favor and blink or wink or drool or tremble once every hour or so, O.K.? Because sometimes, I’m pretty sure you’re weekending at Bernie’s. And the fact that you’re oftentimes slumped on Jonathan Silverman’s shoulder doesn’t really help matters.

Happy 83rd, ya old coot. May your birthday be chockful of hookers and blow.

Yours,
Josh Abraham