First, I listened to Goth Mark’s CD.
Next, I went and saw his band, Mark and The Stigmatas.
Finally, he asked “Be honest, what do you think?”
I said “It’s pretty intense.”
I guess it’s the best ambiguous comment he ever got. He took it as a compliment.
“Pretty Intense… I like that.”
Now whenever Goth Mark drops off the mail, all “we” talk about is his band…
Mark: Alpo, I meant to ask. What about Nausea Insomnia?
Me: About what?
Mark: Track three on my CD.
Me: Oh right, track three.
Mark: It’s not derivative of Alien Sex Fiend? Or Sartre?
Mark: Yeah. (sings) “Amnesia, hysteria/ I got nausea insomnia!”
Me: Yup. Whoa, look at the time.
Mark: Time To Fester.
Mark: Track six. Time To Fester.
Mark: We opened with it.
Mark: Hey, have you joined the band’s MySpace Fan Club yet?
Me: I keep forgetting.
Mark: When you join, you should write a review on our page about how awesome we are.
Me: I’m not much of a writer.
Mark: I’ll write it for you!
Me: Please don’t.
Mark: Oh… I’m thinking of changing the band’s name to Pretty Intense.
Me: Makes sense.
Mark: You don’t mind if I use it?
Me: It’s all yours.
Mark: Thanks! You should write some lyrics for the band. Your words. My music. Anyway, no mail for you today. Think lyrics. Later, man.