Hi, I’m Rocky. I’m 53 years old and who you would call “that weird idiot.” I’m an aspiring filmmaker and comedian from California (currently residing in San Francisco), as well as the guy who still orders food from the kids menu, because I’d rather get chicken tenders instead of… anything. Chicken tenders are great. I play the drums and am studying screenwriting, since nothing else seems worth it, really.
Alright, let’s say our favorite band on 3, okay? 1…2…3- Chumbawumba!
Okay, it seems like you didn’t say your’s… I mean you’re leaving me out to dry here, what the fuck.
You keep knocking me down. But I swear to you, I WILL GET BACK UP AGAIN. YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO KEEP ME DOWN, YOU HEAR ME!?
LISTEN. IF THIS RELATIONSHIP IS GOING TO LAST, AND YOU WANT ME TO MEET YOUR DADS, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO COOPERATE HERE.
…I love you too.
(really though, I’m a kind fellow, at least I think I am, so talk to me, folks. Let’s exchange sophisticated bandy about cinematography or the Beastie Boys. Let’s exchange contact/insurance info, because this fender is fucked beyond belief- were you even WATCHING the road!?)