Bedtime story
On my way home tonight, I saw a guy on the train who looked just like Scott. The resemblance was uncanny. I thought for sure Scott was at BC HQ 700 miles away, but I decided I would test the look-alike just to be certain. I was like, “How vital do you think organizations such as the Elephant 6 collective are in this era of digital media, especially considering the RIAA’s hostility toward artists and consumers alike?” He was like, “Excuse me?” I was like, “For what? Not being the real Scott?” Then I stole his iPod.