Here I was sitting on a park bench listening to my iPod and minding my own business when this guy -must've been in his early 30s and said that he was from New York- planted himself next to me.

-Hey, what're you lis'ning to?

-Mahler, Fifth Symphony.

-Yeah, cool band. Saw them a while ago in Frisco.

-Uh, it's not a band. It's a composer and he's been dead since 1911.

-Yeah, he got shot. Drug deal gone bad. It's them drugs, man. He shoulda stayed off da cocaine. Buyin' from the wrong crowd, I'm tellin' ya.

-Pardon me, sir. You must be talking about someone else. Gustav Mahler died of Infectious Endocarditis in 1911.

-Yeah, I know. Like I said, it's that cocaine. Screws people's minds up.

-That's right. But like I said, you must be talking about someone else.

-Nah, it's him, all right. Got his CDs. Favorite is the one him jammin' with Marilyn Manson. Best album ever! By the way, that's the son of that blonde movie star.

-I'm sorry but you have it all wrong. Mahler's been dead since 1911, he's never jammed with Marilyn Manson and Marilyn Manson is not the son of Marilyn Monroe.

-Man, ya don't know sh*t about music. Where did ya get your education? Harvard?

Then he got up and left muttering to himself. LMAO What a nutcase! He may have been high on something himself because he had that vacant stare in his eyes. Hope I'll never meet this character again!

Regards

Taike

Yegads, this must mean that there exists more than ONE of them!

Welcome to my world,


--Mac

[This message has been edited by --Mac (edited 09-22-2009).]

You mean, you're ONE of THEM or you had one of those encounters yourself?

Taike