I’m madly in love with Michael Gross. There, I said it, motherfuckers. Oh…and I also said “motherfuckers” — which, apparently, he finds endlessly amusing…which further means that I shall sashay about shouting it from the rooftops of the world until the end of time just to make him laugh.
Oh, wait…I do that NOW. Nevermind.
He is a Mensch, a King Raconteur, a darling man, and now, a precious friend.