And then it happens. Steve Buscemi comes around the corner in his suit, and I honestly fell out of my chair because I was laughing so hard. Why, do you ask? Well, just take a look for yourself. That's me at my Bar Mitzvah, and before you all rush off to the forums to mock me, I'd like to remind you of three very important facts: 1) I was thirteen, 2) It was 1986, and that shit was styling, and 3) I can ban your ass in a heartbeat. For those of you who didn't actually watch the episode, just know that my outfit is totally identical to what Steve was wearing, right down to the teal shirt and rolled-up sleeves. The only differences are the big, goofy digital watch and the horrifyingly oversized tinted glasses that I must have blocked out of my memory over the years. Tony is overjoyed to see his cousin, and they share a big hug. "God, Ton', look at us," gushes Steve. "Fifteen fucking years." And then, just because I needed still more shout-outs, Auntie Q mutters "Language!" as she shuffles past them. Heh. "Go on, say it. I haven't changed a bit, right?" kids Tony. Steve just stares at his gut and somewhat pointedly fails to reply. Remember that later. Aunt Quintana snaps a photograph, and we....