Strange guy talking to me when hanging with bongo drum Mabe and guitar Hans. He had a bunch of empty manilla envelopes under his arm. "What are those for?" He explains but I don't get it. This dude spoke some sort of dialect of his own--not at the word level but at the context level. He talked English alright but it no make sense. "You know," he says to me, expecting me to know exactly what is going on in his weird mind, "everyone tries to be better than their favorites. They try to compete with their favorites." I'm going favorites? what favorites? "You know like your favorite artist or writer or guitar player, you try to be better than 'em." Oh. Okay well why didn't you just say that in the first place? But it's just no good his thought patterns are just too different. Here's one the combine musta missed, Chief.
Posted by Alan at July 7, 2003 10:46 PM