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wickedfleaI must have had too much caffeine today -- my attention span is for shit.
I was sitting down to eat in a deli today and some guy at the next table asked me how I'd been, like he knew me or something. I mumbled something and then he started pointing at the front of his newspaper and asking me if I was one of "them." The headline said something about some workers in the area striking. I said, "Dude, I'm just trying to eat lunch."
Do any of you ever get people asking you if you have a twin? Or do you get people mistaking you for someone else? That always happens to me. I used to see one guy around Starkville all the time, and he always asked me if I still had those Rickenbacker basses. So I'd have to tell him that I'd never even played one, much less owned one (though I'd like to, as the Rick is the bass of Lemmy Kilminster and Rick James). He'd look really confused, like I was trying to bullshit him.
Same thing with this dude named Olaf. This fucker was from Sweden and he loved him some Guns 'n' Roses. He even wore bandanas and had hair like Axl's. Though Olaf lived next door to me, we didn't hang out, but I used to see him around at parties. One night, I saw him, and he was talking all this shit, thanking me for giving him a ride home the previous night and asking me if my band was playing that night. This was in the days when I usually had some half-crocked idea for a band that never materialized, but I'd never told him about any of them, and I certainly hadn't given him a ride anywhere. When I finally told him that he had me confused with someone else, he said, "No, you're my neighbor," looking quite hurt. Finally I told him he was freaking me out and instructed him to get away from me.
I've always sort of wondered if I really did give him a ride somewhere and just didn't remember it because I was high or something. Somehow, I doubt it -- I didn't even have a car in those days.
So much for no attention span; I've just spent ten minutes reflecting on some totally meaningless shit that happened ten years ago. I just have no attention span when it comes to the shit I shoud be paying attention to today. ;)
I was sitting down to eat in a deli today and some guy at the next table asked me how I'd been, like he knew me or something. I mumbled something and then he started pointing at the front of his newspaper and asking me if I was one of "them." The headline said something about some workers in the area striking. I said, "Dude, I'm just trying to eat lunch."
Do any of you ever get people asking you if you have a twin? Or do you get people mistaking you for someone else? That always happens to me. I used to see one guy around Starkville all the time, and he always asked me if I still had those Rickenbacker basses. So I'd have to tell him that I'd never even played one, much less owned one (though I'd like to, as the Rick is the bass of Lemmy Kilminster and Rick James). He'd look really confused, like I was trying to bullshit him.
Same thing with this dude named Olaf. This fucker was from Sweden and he loved him some Guns 'n' Roses. He even wore bandanas and had hair like Axl's. Though Olaf lived next door to me, we didn't hang out, but I used to see him around at parties. One night, I saw him, and he was talking all this shit, thanking me for giving him a ride home the previous night and asking me if my band was playing that night. This was in the days when I usually had some half-crocked idea for a band that never materialized, but I'd never told him about any of them, and I certainly hadn't given him a ride anywhere. When I finally told him that he had me confused with someone else, he said, "No, you're my neighbor," looking quite hurt. Finally I told him he was freaking me out and instructed him to get away from me.
I've always sort of wondered if I really did give him a ride somewhere and just didn't remember it because I was high or something. Somehow, I doubt it -- I didn't even have a car in those days.
So much for no attention span; I've just spent ten minutes reflecting on some totally meaningless shit that happened ten years ago. I just have no attention span when it comes to the shit I shoud be paying attention to today. ;)
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