I feel it only honorable to give a shout-out to my web mentor of sorts, Mr. T, as he starts a new business venture and becomes a former coworker of mine rather than someone I laugh with biweekly by the water cooler. He is a good guy, super smart and funny, and deserves the success life has sent his way in both his love and career sectors. If it wasn't for him I might not have ever started writing online, so for that I owe him a debt of gratitude. Plus, he's just cool. Bully for the boy.
All that nice stuff said, his going-away party was a mixed-bag. Sure there was the warm-hearted chuckling over an interoffice England-Scotland rivalry and deep-fried Mars bars. Sure there was the gaggle of cool people along with quesadillas and margaritas. But who invited obnoxious gate crasher guy who turned an innocent inquiry into his musical tastes into a 20-minute diatribe on why KISS is so damn cool? Other bejeweled quotes he dropped included, "I could have either stared at your tits for four hours or asked you what your shirt said, so I asked what your shirt said" and "Don't be a dick, text me!" Gotta love L.A.