Next thing I know, we're having lunch at this place called Jerry's Deli or something like that. I think it's in Beverly Hills but the only thing fancy about it are the prices. Like thirteen bucks for a damn turkey sandwhich, what a rip.
So I don't want to seem like the total fanatic about him so at lunch I don't ask him anything about his music. Nothing about his lyrics or anything. I mean, he already knows that I've basically memorized the first three cd's and even he knows the fourth cd totally sucked. I wished I could tell him that it grows on you like some cd's or something like that but it doesn't.
So after lunch he says, "Hey wanna take a ride?"
I'm like, "Sure."
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
