It was a rainy Tuesday. I was waiting for a streetcar after work with a sorry excuse for an umbrella. A disheveled drunk man was pestering the commuters around me. I knew it was only a matter of time until he made his way to me. Crazy folks on the street just do that. I had my trusty iPod and I hoped that maybe I could get away with the old 'I can't hear you, so you're not there'. I couldn't and we (me and the smelly drunk guy, not me and my trusty iPod) had the following exchange. "Hi. Hi. Hi." drunky slurred in my face.
I tried to ignore him.
"HI. HEY."
I pulled out my earphone and hoped to Christ that the streetcar shows up real soon.
"Yeah." says I.
"Are you (hic) are you listening to Black Sabbath?" asked the wino thickly.
"No. Van Halen."
"Well. You have a good night, sweetheart." said the drunk brightly and coherently.
And with that he wandered away. True story. The power of David Lee Roth compelled him.
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