One night, I was watching Chuck with my wife. She said that sometimes he acts like I do. I said I’d never act like him. Or even dress like him. And then I pointed out that he and I were both wearing a simple red T-shirt.
Tonight, Chuck (him not me) was going to Thanksgiving at his sister’s house (hey, I have a sister too) wearing a gray sweatshirt with a little triangular thing at the neck. I’m wearing one too. And blue jeans. He has jeans on too.
This is getting weird.
The way I quote myself works is not entirely understood.