I went to my local hangout of Tuesday nights, the Hurricane.  Tuesdays are electronic night on the back deck. A bunch of us hooligans go there after work.  Well, I'm strutting through, going to the bar and i see him, oh the real him. Mr. Mike Gordon. I almost fainted. . .  he's the last i ever expected to see at a bar like that. 

I finally got up enough nerve to approach him. He was the greatest - i ended up sitting with him for a good 2 hours. He told me wonderful stories of everything from what kind of shampoo he likes to him showing me his driver's license. Yes, he did play with his cell phone a lot, that's a hobby of his i have heard. 

3 mamas came up and gave him some nuggets; he gave them to me and told me he wanted to hang out with us later, (a girlfriend and I). He bought me beer, and he was drinking captains and coke. He wanted to go hang out at my girl steph's house, so I made him drive my car, cause i was drunk.. How Fucking Cool Is That..... we chilled, got ripped, and told many stories as well as flirted all night. He's a lover not a fighter. . . that's all i have to say.....

 - Randi