I have had this picture of James Franco hanging in my bathroom since before I knew it was James Franco.
And each time that I would stumble home from a midnight viewing of a brand new Spider-Man movie, I would smile at James and think to myself, "I was Franco when Franco wasn't cool."
But last night, Franco reached a level of cool that I could never have predicted.
The kind of cool that only hilarious, sexy, self-actualized men can acquire.
The kind of cool where he sucks face with other guys on SNL.
Christmas (among other things) came early last night.