In Gran Torino, Clint Eastwood proves he can still glare down the barrel of a gun with the best of 'em at the ripe old age of 78. Let's raise a shaky glass to those other codgers who refuse to age without a fight. By Eric Alt
The sales floor of Smart Tech is dog-eat-dog or, in Mooj's case, goat fucker–eat–goat fucker. Piss him off, and he'll go Brooklyn on your ass. Ask him for advice, and he'll explain that life isn't about butthole pleasures. In short, Mooj isn't going anywhere, despite what time, age, and co-workers have to say about it.
