Loaded Question

So, I’m pulling a long night at The Wave, and getting a little loopy. But Mort and the Lovely Larissa stopped by, which did indeed help curb my extreme boredom. And while they are here I’m trying to dazzle Brian with my amazing air synth-playing abilities. He was wowed to the point of begging me to join his upcoming synth metal industrial band, soon to conquer the world with their mind bending meld of synth, metal, and industrial. (I’ll be the sole provider of the synth. And the sexy head banging moves. And amazing falsetto vocals.)

Anyway… while there here I get a great phone call.

Me: “Good evening, Media Wave. This is Drew.” (I like to tell people my name because, if they get mad at me, they can pointedly direct their anger. Like, “Listen DREW, I got a big problem…” Then it will go downhill from there. Anyway, that’s not the kind of story I’m telling.)

The Guy on the Phone: “Hello, I was just wondering if you carried homosexual pornography.”

Me: “Uhhhh… no.”

The number on the caller ID said Norwalk, which means he had been calling around, trying to find some good, quality gay porn. I would have offered him some of my own, but I think he might have found it too “extreme.” Oh well. Another disappointed gay porn enthusiast, let down by the fascist regime of Media Wave Video. Fuck. It’s always the little guys (who want to see a guy jerking off into another guy’s mouth) that suffer.

Drew.