a late night phone conversation with James, reconstructed to the best of my ability:
me: dude were you passed out?
james: kinda...I was lying in bed drunk with my guitar.
me: courtney sent me your address, I have a bunch of good fights to send you.
james: right on....hey, what do you think of UFC?
me: not my thing, it always looks like two drunks fighting outside a bar.
james: i think it would make a good reality show, like the contestants are trying to fight their way into a nightclub, past these bouncer guys....and if they get inside, they get up on the stage and sing a song and win a million dollars.
me: shit....I'd watch that.
james: hell yeah!
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