Green day has put out a new album. No, I am not a fan. It’s just that the lead singer looks so very much like Heiko, it’s eerie. I scan the music review section of the paper and there it is, a picture of Green Day with Herr R’s doppelganger. I find it unsettling. Back a few years ago, I was flipping the channels on TV and came across a Green Day video in which the group were on a parade float. My father walked by and did a double take. “Is that the asshole?” he said curiously. “No, Daddy, this is a different asshole.” Of course, it doesn’t take a picture of Green Day to get my mind pointed to H. In fact, not a day has gone by since June 26, 1997 without some thought towards H. Although I believe these thoughts are due to the pink elephant theory more than me still not over him. I remember years ago, I said to H, “I think of you every day… do you think of me?” His reply? “Sometimes.” Bastard. My father was right all along; he was an asshole.