wait… is it… it has to be..

 

HEY MAN, hey dude how’s it going?

 

I don’t know you?

 

Of course I do.

 

Are you sure I don’t know you?

 

Don’t joke man, that’s pretty rude.

 

But seriously, I’ve seen you before.

 

We met at the grocery store, I was doin some chores, it was a bit of a bore, so much so that I forgot what I was even there for.

 

I was in a bit of trance, the floating head dance. Spaced out, no doubt and as luck would have I dropped the jar I was holding. Oh holy holy that shits embarrisin. I was imaginin some poor manager would be cleaning up another mess again and what's next man is that I see you dude.

 

I said, Oh sorry man, what’s your name, Dan? Oh hey dan, name's ben and i gotta say sorry again for dropping sauerkraut on the ground and getting a mound of pickled cabbage and juice all over your shoes dude.

 

Wait, that’s not you? Oh sorry man. You're not dan. But it’s a pain when I can’t put my finger on who you are again.

 

Maybe because it’s someone else? Are you saying I need to seek mental help? Well maybe I do because I’ve seen you before and I can’t recognize you.

 

It’s Reece yeah? You remember hee haw? I met you at the donkey show in pasadena. Yeah, that’s definitely where I’ve seen ya. We had a great time bidding on one hell of an ass but I didn’t have the cash so you grassed me in your bid spree. But I still had to see this fine ass with my eyes so right I went over to strike up conversation. And in case you were wondering, I thought that ass was amazing. To bad I didn’t have the money to take home that honey. But because you felt bad and because your a winner we went out and you bought me steak dinner, what a lege.

 

Not you again? Come on with it. I’m sure that I know you from somewhere. The Rodeo? Antiques Roadshow? That one orgy in the gazebo? I probably shouldn’t have told you that.

 

The musical cats? When I moonlighted by catching rats? That time when I stalked people in the moonlight? One of these has to be right. How about when I fixed that fight? Snorted cocaine all night? Or when I attempted murder on the host of the price is right? It was never good anyway.

 

Wait, you do know me? Or do you just want to leave? Where from? Was it when I planted that bomb before the start of this set that’s set to go off when I leave? (I’m not joking) Oh the gazebo? OH YOUR STEVO!  Wasn’t it great? Well I guess I’ll see you at quarter past 8 next tuesday.