I was just at the gas station picking up some snacks, and the gas-station dude was playing really loud rock music and nowhere to be seen. He came out and apologized for the music and started telling the guy in front of me that he just got signed. It's possible that he was a little drunk. Or high on life. When I got to the front of the line and put my cheetos on the counter, he looked me square in the eye and said,
"I'm rich."
"No, seriously. I'm rich. No more gas station for me."
"Hear that? That's my band. We rock. We just got signed. Our three-song demo just got us signed and I'm rich."
"Seriously."
How cool is that?
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