The Cowboy Follow-up or On A Steel Horse He Rides

About two weeks ago the lives of Media Wave employees/blog perfectionists Drew and Jordan
were changed forever (or at least for the week) by the apperance of The Cowboy. No, not the unsettling eyebrowless riddler cowboy from "Mulholland Drive", this was the kind of cowboy that would save a damsel tied to the traintracks and then gut the villianious perpetrator with his spurs. If you didn't catch our original post detailing Drew's experience, check it out here please: Bad Ass Mothafucka

The cowboy came into our store with a bad ass hat on his head and a glare in his eye and left the store with our respect, a couple of used action movie dvds and... our hearts. We wondered if he'd ever come back again. He said he would, but cowboys are a nomadic breed and you have to know full well that if a cowboy says he'll come back you may never see him again... and that might be just exactly what he planned, or he may have gotten killed by a bull or by another cowboy in bar fight.
"Just the walk of the breed" as Drew would say...

He came back. He moseyed on into Media Wave, acknowledged Drew's presence as if they were long-time pals and walked up the counter.
What reason could The Cowboy possibly have had to come back? The only reason: to buy the Special Edition DVD of "The Warriors", arguably the most bad ass movie ever!!! (Also, arguably the gayest movie ever. )

There couldn't have been any cooler reason for the Cowboy to turn up again other than challenging Drew to a duel at high noon.
But this time we got a lighter side of cowboy life - he came in without his trusty cowboy hat, wearing questionable baby blue rectangle-frame glasses. Do cowboys wear glasses?? And if so should they be baby blue rectangle frames?
But these less bad-ass qualities were balanced out by the fact that he had been walking around outside in a wife beater during a rain storm, as if Mother Nature's harsh downpour had no effect on him whatsoever. Ultra cool. When he came in the store the droplets of rain were glistening on his jacked shoulders and his bald cowboy head.

Before I start to turn gay I'll stop describing him like that.
He told us that he stopped in right before he was about to leave for Arizona in his pick-up truck (or his steel horse). I guess the hustle and bustle of modern city life just wasn't his style. A rural nomad who lives by his own code couldn't possibley feel at home in a yuppie suburban town. So, he decided to go back to God's country where people in video stores didn't think to take candid pictures of him with camera cell phones and write blogs about it.

-Jordan

P.S. I have a prop cowboy hat in the back of my car for some reason, I think I'm going to wear it at all times from now on. Someone has to reprazent 'round here.