I'm A Movie Star

You can learn a lot about yourself at parties. Do you like small talk? Do you enjoy a Red Headed Slut (the beverage...you pervert)? You may even realize how much you loathe the group environment. Or, if you're lucky, you might find out whom you look like; I did.
Somehow, a couple hours into the party, I mention I may need to shave my head (that's another story for another time. Let'as focus on this one right now). Paul? Shaven? The idea stirs some to comment. Michelle's boyfriend, Mr. Imagination (really cool guy by the way), concludes I'd look like, "that guy from Identity. That crazy guy."
"Hmmmmm," I thought to myself (I distinctly recall "hming" with 5 m's.), "that's an interesting association." I decided to look up his pic later that night, and see just how uncanny the resemblance was.

You know what I found on the net? The actor, Pruitt Taylor Vincent, whom I allegedly look like, has two different looks. There is a groomed Pruitt:









and then, disheveled and doughy Pruitt:









One Vincent looks dapper, the other, constipated. You’re looking at some significant differences. So, the question emerges, which Pruitt is Paul? (I just referenced myself in the third person, which, admittedly, is a little weird. However, in my defense, I did it for the alliteration.) Should I be auditioning for Extreme Makeover? Can I buy a scalpel and putty this early in the morning and do some self-improvement? These are serious questions, while others, ridiculous (of course you can buy scalpels in the wee hours of morning!). You’re welcome to chime in with your own opinions, but remember, my ego is fragile, be gentle. Who do I look like? Hefty and suave or chunky and constipated? You decide America!