Separated at Birth III

This is weird, but I keep running across people who look like me.  I was told over and over again about this guy from Utica, NY who looked just like me.  Well, a couple of weeks ago, we finally met.  His name is Gary, which is ironic because I often get called Gary instead of Greg all the time.  Jokingly, I told him I don’t really see it.  First of all, I’m way better looking.  lol.  (Actually, I’m more of a fatter, lighter, older version of Gary.)  He could be my cousin, maybe.  He said, “You know how it is bro’.  (They think we all look alike.) Anyway, you be the judge… garyandgreg2.jpg