henry winkler, AKA The Fonz, was just in front of me at the gas station on the corner of beverly and fairfax. you know how they have room for two cars at each island. well i pulled in behind the fonz's black mercedes and we both filled up our tanks. he was wearing a pink and purple and green plaid sure, not very macho coming from the man who made leather jackets cool and had an office in a bathroom and would hit the jukebox and a song would erupt out of it.
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