Today I was standing at the cross walk on Guadalupe waiting for the light to turn. Close to me was a young mother and her son, circa 6 years old. The son also had a friend there.
At one moment, the son ran to chase the friend and the mom goes "Gilbert! Come back here! Gilbert!"
Lady, you named your son Gilbert, no wonder he wants to escape. If I was him, I would run under the nearest moving vehicle, no questions asked.
I really felt sorry for the kid. I wanted to be like, "Hey, just go by Gil or something. That's not that bad."
In other news... Ween is coming to Austin! They are playing Thursday/Friday, Aug 9/10, 8pm at Stubbs.
Wanted: anyone to go with me. I have yet to reach the point in my patheticum to go alone. I'll go with Satan, Rasputin, whoever. Ween rules.
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