Hey. So I'm in Maine, visiting the family. My dad just inherited a bunch of money from his father, who died a year ago.
Crazy stupid thing my dad's done with his money: Bought a new big-ass truck and took it to a decal place to get a big flaming 8-ball on the hood. Also, got flame decals put all over it. Also bought seat covers, visor covers, a steering wheel cover, floor mats, fuzzy dice, and an air freshener, all black with flames all over them. Then bought a cap for the truck, stretched green felt over the top of it, and attached the other 14 pool balls to it. I need to get a digital picture so you people can see this ridiculous display of redneck bourgeois culture.
Crazy awesome thing my dad did lately: Asked me, "So, do you like your job?" I said, "No, it sucks." He said, "Oh? What would you do if money didn't matter?" I said, "Probably call that guy I used to know in the promotions department at Matador Records and take the internship he offered me when I graduated." He said, "Why didn't you take it then?" I said, "Because I had no money, and it was an unpaid internship in New York. I had no way to pay the rent." He said, "You should call him and try to set it up. I would see to it that... some anonymous benefactor... paid your rent for a year." If this happens, he will be the coolest (though still the strangest) dad ever.
Crazy stupid thing my dad's done with his money: Bought a new big-ass truck and took it to a decal place to get a big flaming 8-ball on the hood. Also, got flame decals put all over it. Also bought seat covers, visor covers, a steering wheel cover, floor mats, fuzzy dice, and an air freshener, all black with flames all over them. Then bought a cap for the truck, stretched green felt over the top of it, and attached the other 14 pool balls to it. I need to get a digital picture so you people can see this ridiculous display of redneck bourgeois culture.
Crazy awesome thing my dad did lately: Asked me, "So, do you like your job?" I said, "No, it sucks." He said, "Oh? What would you do if money didn't matter?" I said, "Probably call that guy I used to know in the promotions department at Matador Records and take the internship he offered me when I graduated." He said, "Why didn't you take it then?" I said, "Because I had no money, and it was an unpaid internship in New York. I had no way to pay the rent." He said, "You should call him and try to set it up. I would see to it that... some anonymous benefactor... paid your rent for a year." If this happens, he will be the coolest (though still the strangest) dad ever.
so when are we gonna hang out? maybe you would want to join us this weekend in seeing A Dirty Shame?