Fabrizio Moretti, we have to stop meeting like this

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.'