Last Friday: Somewhere in Manhattan
Doc Grosz: Dude, if you promote my band on LYD I’ll give you a free CD.
Me: It’s a deal.(Ernie listens to the CD. It’s actually pretty good, considering my usually steady diet of dance music and songs that aren’t in English. Their “radio single” actually deserves to be played on a radio. Seriously.)
Me: (checks CD jacket and notices that the words “Dingo” in the CD sleeve and his shirt) Dude, why is your nickname “Dingo?”
Doc: Cause I act like a wild dog and tend to travel in packs.
Me: Awesome.
Doc: Yep.
Me: Dude, don’t you live in Conneticut with your parents? Aren’t you supposed to be the band rebel or something?
Doc: Fuck you, dude.
Okay, those last two lines weren’t really said. That was a line I wish I had said, reflecting on that whole conversation. What actually transpired was this:
Me: … what a crazy world we live in.
Doc: “WHAT A CRAZY WORLD WE LIVE IN?” THAT’S all you have to say? Ernie-witty-yellow-different and all you had to come up with was THAT? I’m disgusted.
Me: Fuck you, dude.
Eh. You can’t be witty 24/7, ya know?
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