(I wrote this years ago before any of this “gay” rumor shit was in the news. And by the way, who gives a fuck if Travolta likes to give rim jobs to hot, male masseurs?)
I’m not even talking about the whole Scientology aspect either. His smile is just a little bit “off” for me.
When I see him on television doing an interview he kind of looks like that guy who drives the old, decrepit van with the tinted bubble window on the back offering kids in your neighborhood candy.
You know the van I’m talking about, the one with the airbrushed wizard mural on the side. It was the type of van your mother told you to stay away from.
The van that was always circling the elementary school playground, the van with the mini air conditioner unit in the back window speeding away from playgrounds like a convict was driving.
Then, on the rare occasion that the van actually parked somewhere, the guy getting out had bad, green prison tattoos and that crazy Travolta-like smile.
That smile that someone only has when they have one hand down their pants and are alone on their couch watching a neighbor sunbathing. That smile. Continue reading