hey baby (that’s the way that it is)

Sophie shared the following chart with me online today …

this reminded me of a funny story I’d like to share with y’all…

the year was 1999 and I was living on brown street in Lewisburg with Pickle – Billy Pfeiffer was subletting Matt Scheidt’s room for the summer

one day, I went to State College and met these hippies and hung out with them all day – one of them gave me a free pass for 2 people to see DJ Logic and Mix Master Mike at the Wetlands on the 4th of July – Billy and I decided to go together

Billy drove in his suburban and we got there very early and had not much else to do and didn’t know anyone in the city so we just walked around – eventually we settled in Washington Square Park and drank 40s out of paper bags

Billy was wearing one of his favorite shirts (that, until recently, was in my possession – I lost it a few years back) – a white, short sleeve, button-up collared shirt – and some type of tan slacks or possibly corduroy – we were walking down the street and this pickup truck drives by – the passenger leaned out the window and yells “nice shirt …”

the next moment is for me like the car crash/death/falling-in-love scenes described in countless movies and books

Billy heard this and looked down at the shirt in question – upon seeing it, a slight smile cracked on his face – you could practically read his mind: “that dude’s right – this is a really great shirt”

then time started up again and I heard the rest of the truck passenger’s impeccably timed sentence: “… FAG!”

you could almost see poor Billy’s heart break

ironically, Mix Master Mike was mentioned in an Guns-and-Roses-related post that Sophie also shared with me today.

My scanner still doesn’t work.