  I am sad. Charles Bronson died on Saturday. This was a man who said his face looked "like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited". He was the Tunnel King in the movie that bonded me and my father. He was the man who put nails through a board that sprung up and killed trespassers in "Death Wish". He was the man who I shared a birthday with. Every November 3rd I would say to myself "Happy Birthday, Charles Bronson". I need to watch "The Great Escape" and cry. Live life, dorks. 
