As I mentioned previously, my gas got turned off. I'm moving soon, so I've been getting my house ready to be sold. Part of that includes turning on the gas again so that the inspector can make sure everything's fine.
At noon a knock lands upon my door. I open it and see a towering black man standing in the doorway. He's at least six feet tall, at least four feet wide, and is wearing a hard hat. A grin spreads across his face.
"It's the LOOOOOVEEE DOCCCTORR!!" he proclaims.
He remembers me from last time I didn't pay my gas bill. I remember him, too. He told me stories about housewives seducing him as he turned their gas back on. It was fascinating.
As he walks around the house on his way to the water heater, heater, and gas meter he keeps singing one line.
"It's hard out here for a piiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmp".
It's a line from the mediocre movie, Hustle and Flow. After lighting the water heater he stares into space for a second. He snaps back.
"Hey. I wrote a song for R Kelly. I don't know how to get it to him or anything. You want to hear it?"
Of course I do. He sings it and it's actually really good. Even more impressive, it SOUNDS like an R. Kelly song. We chat a little more and I offer to make him a CD with my songs on it. He sees my microphone and asks if I record here. Yes. Can he come by some time and record? Sure. He agrees to record a chorus or two for my songs.
Later I go to have dinner with Evan and she mentions that she owns half of a booking agency. An hour later she texts me that she can get me a gig at a number of really cool venues here in Austin.
How cool is that? Any Austinites who read this can come see me rap live. I just have to make some more songs first. Best of all, I'm going to invite the gas guy, a.k.a. Roller Coaster, to sing with me.
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