Reader: “Dude, what’s up with those last two posts?”
Me: “Just keeping it real, you know, like Cecil.”
R: “What the hell?”
M: “It’s an Altamont thing, you wouldn’t understand.”
R: “No, seriously, what’s been up your ass the last couple of days?”
M: “I want to be taken seriously. You know, like Drudge.”
R: “Drudge is a schmuck.”
M: “Well, ok, like, hell I don’t know. Why are you bothering me?”
R: “Because you asked.”
M: “When did I ask you to come over here and ream me out?”
R: “When you tweeted your posts.”
M: “Oh, yeah. I need to take that feed off Hootsuite.”
R: “Well, either do that or quit bumming the shit out of me.”
M: “Ok, sorry. It’s just that its been kind of dark and rainy, and plus I have to do everything at home until my Sweet Lady gets better. Oh, and my boss is kind of freaking out a little.”
R: “Why, because you sit around and blog at work all day?”
M: “Do not.”
R: “Hootsuite?”
M: “Ok, but my life is hard so back off.”
R: “Darfur hard or Lohan hard?”
M: ” Well, ….”
R: “Just lighten up, that’s all I’m saying.”
M: “Ok dude.”
R: “Fuck it, let’s go bowl.”