David Caruso On A Sunday

I've never once felt the desire to watch CSI: Miami. Maybe because it's Miami and I'm about 40 years short on that bandwagon. Maybe it's because the original CSI has so many studly actors (even if Gary Dourdan is a cokehead) that I feel spoiled. Or maybe its because I am pretty positive that that in every single episode right before it cuts to "Won't Get Fooled Again," David Caruso puts one hand on his hip, takes off his sunglasses with the other, turns his head a complete 90 degrees and says something like "and I'm gonna find it" or something equally cheesy.

So it got me thinking about what David Caruso does on his day off. Here's my image of David Caruso's diary entry.

Got up. Got out of bed. Turned my head 90 degrees to the right, and then the left. As I did this, I turned to my maid and said in my completely over-dramatic tone "we're out of cream cheese."

Realized that the reason the kitchen seemed so dark was that I still had my sunglasses on from the night before. Took them off, and Who's Next started to play vaguely in the background. Realized that I'm in rainy Queens, not bright Miami.

I now have a tan line oddly in the shape of an index finger and a thumb right around my hip bone area.

Got compared to a leprechaun again today. Nobody seems to realize that I'm Lt Horatio Caine. They gave me a weird look down at the Coroner's office. The receptionist started to unbutton her top when I asked if I could see the body. how peculiar.

Man, my neck hurts. and why is it so dark in here?