He nodded at the really. Not that he understands why the other wouldn't believe him. It's not like he has a reason to make up shitty stage names to throw people off.

But then he just sits there. And he listens to the other talk and let the information sink in. Dirk Strider? Lives in Houston? Kind of does the nonchalant bullshit behind sunglasses act? ...Sometimes he believed in coincidences but the session really threw any of that out the window. There wasn't such fucking things as coincidences.

as long as were not talking about shitty movies
like con air
seriously
just
if you actually enjoy con air
or nic cage for that matter
you just lose any resemblance to cool in my book

John didn't count. Or something. Plus John was a dork, and it was okay.