So yesterday Fabrizio Moretti (ya know, the drummer for The Strokes) came into my job. We periodically get celebrities but he was the first real rock star I think we've had, even though I was the only one who recognized him. I was rather amused because he dresses like a typical NYC bum, holes in his shirt and all.
And then today he shows up AGAIN -- dressed even more like a bum -- to tell me about his smoothie and that I should go get one because it's made of blueberries and "they call blueberries brainberries because they're good for your brain." I think he's lonely. I may put an ad on craigslist: 'Rock star free to good home.'
And then today he shows up AGAIN -- dressed even more like a bum -- to tell me about his smoothie and that I should go get one because it's made of blueberries and "they call blueberries brainberries because they're good for your brain." I think he's lonely. I may put an ad on craigslist: 'Rock star free to good home.'
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Date: 2014-06-14 04:52 am (UTC)