…fallin’ down the falls…

I’m not sure whether Gabe is supposed to be the comic foil, a clumsy oaf, or the inveterate cock-blocker…  But there he goes, as if he’s at the main attraction at WaterWorld- where adults take their children to mingle with other children in the roiling, chlorine-infused frappe, doing their best to ignore each other while avoiding eye contact with other people who, like themselves, apparently had nothing better to do…

So with Gabe tumbling over the edge and Mark parrying Carina’s advances, we are left to wonder, once more, where all this goes.  At lease we continue to have good light…