You know, usually I never associate with those little pukes at Diaryland, but when Disco the Kid and Shandy came through town this weekend I made an exception. Plus they’d gotten Erin to tell me where I lived and they came over and cornered me intimidatingly.
Really, though, it was good meeting them. D-kid is like that one guy in high school who is like Jesus in that he’s clearly really popular but also just a really cool, sincere guy, although to be honest I guess I am not thinking so much of Jesus himself now as I am of the guy in high school who everyone actually called Jesus on account of his long hair and beard and winning Messiah style, and at graduation everyone yelled Jesus! when it was his turn to cross the stage, but anyway, Disco is like THAT guy except not as full of himself and he dresses better too. And right away when you meet Shandy, you like her and want to have the guy she’s with killed so you can spend the rest of your life with her. But, aha, it turns that guy is Disco, so you’re foiled!
Here it only looks like we shot up heroin for five hours and made a death pact with each other.
It was a fun time. Disco wanted to use my audblog feature to broadcast his nutty conspiracy theories but we couldn’t get the number to work on my cell phone that night. We’ll try again sometime soon.