"Uh, yes," I reply flicking my cigarette, feeling slightly self conscious about smoking, feeling that this fine upstanding citizen does not need to see me smoking.
"I'm Capital Carnage. I recognized you from your picture."
The wookie picture? Oh wait, I've posted various pictures of my fine visage over the years, I guess.
How odd, I think, wondering about the logistics of this chance happening.
- A car.
- A person waiting for a bus.
- A person driving a car.
- Said person notices a fellow blogger.
- Said person pulls over.
"Where's the Depot?"
"Way downtown," I reply. "We're going to see a show."
"Apples in Stereo!" Catinlap exudes energetically. He's had a few beers and is quite loquacious.
"It is a great band," I add.
Capital Carnage laughs. I laugh. Catinlap laughs. The Croin laughs.
Capital Carnage asks my real name and shakes my hand again. It was a pleasure to meet him.
Talk about surreal moments. The Croin likes to talk about surreal moments.
I prefer talking about broccoli or some shit like that.