Mr. Popular.
[ for _you_would ]
Imagine my surprise when I found a message on my machine that wasn't from a woman looking to get a second date out of me. Well, I guess it was a nice change of pace. One gets tired of being enormously popular all the time. It's very draining. Takes a lot of stamina, really. There just aren't enough hours in the day for me to please everyone.
Madsen's request, though? I figured I could handle that. It was easy enough, and didn't require that I buy anyone dinner.
"Jake! Michael Madsen, y'know, Sammy's friend? Anyway, we're having this big party for Sammy, he got this big job for Maxim, and we... we meaning me and Arianna, y'know, Sammy's sister? We were wondering if we could use your bar. We'll totally pay for the drinks and shit like that, but if you could just let me know about a time, that'd be awesome. Thanks for your help man, later!"
He wants me to help with hosting a party for Sam? He does realize that Sam hates my guts, right? That Sam's happiest dreams probably involve me being impaled on giant spikes and pecked at by vultures? I'm not about to say no, but I'm pretty sure Sam won't be too happy about me having hand in getting his going away party up and running.
I picked up the phone and scrolled through the recent calls until I got to Madsen's number. Hitting the redial button, I put the phone to my ear and helped myself to a seat on the sofa. If he wanted to use the bar, we needed to iron out a few details now, otherwise there was no way I could guarantee them the time or space they were going to need.
Imagine my surprise when I found a message on my machine that wasn't from a woman looking to get a second date out of me. Well, I guess it was a nice change of pace. One gets tired of being enormously popular all the time. It's very draining. Takes a lot of stamina, really. There just aren't enough hours in the day for me to please everyone.
Madsen's request, though? I figured I could handle that. It was easy enough, and didn't require that I buy anyone dinner.
"Jake! Michael Madsen, y'know, Sammy's friend? Anyway, we're having this big party for Sammy, he got this big job for Maxim, and we... we meaning me and Arianna, y'know, Sammy's sister? We were wondering if we could use your bar. We'll totally pay for the drinks and shit like that, but if you could just let me know about a time, that'd be awesome. Thanks for your help man, later!"
He wants me to help with hosting a party for Sam? He does realize that Sam hates my guts, right? That Sam's happiest dreams probably involve me being impaled on giant spikes and pecked at by vultures? I'm not about to say no, but I'm pretty sure Sam won't be too happy about me having hand in getting his going away party up and running.
I picked up the phone and scrolled through the recent calls until I got to Madsen's number. Hitting the redial button, I put the phone to my ear and helped myself to a seat on the sofa. If he wanted to use the bar, we needed to iron out a few details now, otherwise there was no way I could guarantee them the time or space they were going to need.