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A week or two ago Yotam and I went to The Mint to check out our trombone player, John Roberts, playing with Los Pinguos, a killer Argentine band that packs the place everytime.  We were standing outside when a guy approached us and struck up conversation.  He seemed a little drunk, a little crazy, or both perhaps, but he was harmless nonetheless.  He told us he races sailboats and seemed like a character all around.  We talked about music and told him that we had a CD release party coming up at the same club and that he should check it out.  He said he definitely would, so I gave him my card and told him to go to the website and join our mailing list so that we could remind him.

The next day I received a call from an unknown number.  I used to not answer such calls but lately I meet a lot of people that I need or want to talk to, so I decided I should.  “Hey Joey,” the person said, “It’s Aaron from last night.”  (I have changed the name to protect the “innocent”)

“Hey Aaron, what’s going on?”

“Not much,” Aaron replied, “It’s just that, when I meet cool people I like to reach out right away and make sure we stay in touch.  Otherwise, it’s just too easy to forget about it.”

Truth be told, this behavior was unusual for Los Angeles but I often wish I was more proactive about staying in touch with cool people I meet.  That said, I respected his boldness and continued.

“Fair enough, buddy,” I said, “What’s going on?”

“Not much.  I am actually going to this jazz event at UCLA tonight and thought, hey, you’re a musician, maybe you’d be into it.”  Other than a few hours of work to do with my buddy Patrick, I didn’t have any plans and a jazz event at UCLA sounded just my speed.

“Actually, that sounds pretty cool,” I said.  “I have a business meeting at 3:00 and it will probably last a few hours.  What time does this thing happen?”

“It starts this afternoon but it goes late,” Aaron said.  “I was thinking of inviting some girls I know and we can just kick it and get to know each other.”

Obviously, I had been curious as to whether our friend here was hitting on me.  Inviting some girls seemed to offset that concern, although, “get to know each other” was a little friendly.  But, hey, what’s wrong with friendly?

I told Aaron that it all sounded like fun, that girls sounded like a good idea and that I would call him after my business meeting.  We both agreed and were about to get off the phone when Aaron stopped me.

“Oh, and Joey,” he said.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Keep your word, Bro.”

 

 

HOLY, WHAT THE FUCK?

Is that some serious stalker shit or what?!

I spent the entire rest of the day trying to figure out whether I should “keep my word” or run for the hills.  The messed up part is, I had totally planned on keeping my word until the guy told me to do just that!  I mean, I have close friends who I have spent years with who wouldn’t have the nerve to tell me to keep my word.  Who says that?!

 

I will make the rest of this brief.  I decided that I would keep my word but that I would take my own car, so at about 7:00 I texted Aaron and told him I might have to take off later, so I’d meet him there in my own car.

The guy never texted back, called, or anything.  I have never heard from him again.  After all of that, I keep my frickin’ word and the guy vanishes without a trace.  Do you believe that shit!

 

-Joey Flores
The Capitalist Hippie Complex
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