So my good buddy Cochrane and I decided that the PERFECT place to have my little sisters birthday party, is at the grave of Dylan Thomas. We are all hanging out around his grave in jovial party atmosphere, complete with giant rainbow frosted birthday cake. Suddenly Ryan Adams shows up and swaggers on over to the party, where he proceedes to drink alot and hit on my litte sister. This is uncalled for. So I grab him firmly by the arm and tell him if he hits on my sister again he's 86ed. She is only 16 after all. Later on, once the party had wound down, I walk Ryan Adams to his car and thank him for behaving himself. Then suddenly we start to make-out, after a few miniutes I stop the make out fest and Ryan leaves. I am thinking to myself, "God, you are such a stupid groupie. You know better then to get involved with some crazy musician." I walk back to the party, but now everybody is gone except Cochrane and I, so we kneel down and quite happily start to collect dirt samples from the grave in little baggies.
To further grasp my dream...
-go to www.ryan-adams.com to see what ryan looks like
