One of the lounge's semi-regulars came in tonight. He's a very nice man, divorced, a couple of grown kids, about 8 years my senior. Last year he asked me to make his daughter a pair of earrings after admiring mine and finding out I made them myself. He paid me nicely.
We were talking about life, jobs, kids, whatnot, when he asked me,
"You know what's coming, don't you?"
I was thinking he was still in how much it costs to raise kids mode, and teenagers and college, but what came next was something I never expected.
"Alex Jones....Niburu...rapture...secret bunkers...Jerusalem..."
This went on for about 15 minutes. Thankfully,we were now closed and I didn't have to worry about neglecting any other guests, but MAN, was I not ready to hear all this tonight :)
I just listened and tried to relate without, you know...
Johnny, I never knew this side of you.
We were talking about life, jobs, kids, whatnot, when he asked me,
"You know what's coming, don't you?"
I was thinking he was still in how much it costs to raise kids mode, and teenagers and college, but what came next was something I never expected.
"Alex Jones....Niburu...rapture...secret bunkers...Jerusalem..."
This went on for about 15 minutes. Thankfully,we were now closed and I didn't have to worry about neglecting any other guests, but MAN, was I not ready to hear all this tonight :)
I just listened and tried to relate without, you know...
Johnny, I never knew this side of you.
