Wayne Pate
You know how sometimes when you and someone get along so well right from the start? You hang out for a while, and you totally get each other, you just become friends really fast. Before you know it you’re drinking with each other on the front porch, eating PB&J sandwiches at 3am, and talking about if Superman could ever become a werewolf. Sometime around 4am and your 12th beer (and possibly 3rd shot) you start talking about what you did when Fight Club first came out, and, next thing you know, you’re both beating the crap out of each other and laughing in the grass. Right about the time you catch a left hook to the temple you realize that you’re probably best friends. I could totally see Wayne Pate and Geoff McFetridge punching each other in the face at the exact same time, graphically speaking. Or literally if there’s been enough booze.
