"Do people ever go nuts and flip out?"
"Sure, but you get fined. Like this guy about to miss this shot right here. At the 1991 Masters..."
Oh, and did you know that the winner of the Masters gets to pick what's for dinner at the Masters Champion's Dinner. We got on this one because I asked about the dude with the annoyingly wacky name who make some crack about Tiger Woods and fried chicken.
"Do people ever pick weird shit for dinner?"
"I don't know. I guess you could google it. Dude, it'd be awesome if someone picked In and Out."
"Yeah! Or shitty chinese food."
After lunch, we strolled across the street to Rhea's liquor store, where the gentleman behind the counter was basically Adrian Brody in a fedora, wife beater and wallet chain singing alone to "Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody (to get on down)."
Shit, I love this song.
Much to Grey Cloud's horror, I started singing along with fedora and we became fast friends. You know, Grey Cloud rolls his eyes and visibly attempts to barely tolerate me, but I think he'll admit, in this case it paid off.
Because fedora gave me the greatest line of all time.
As he handed me my change, he smiled and said with perfect confidence, as if we were in a movie, "Stay beautiful, Sweetheart. It's an ugly world."
Which kinds of trump's GC's newest singles bar move, "Hi, my name's Chris. Am I wasting my time?"
Anyone could've said either to me at the St. Francis last night, where X ditched us and I recorded the following...