Last night my roommate and I circled our block three times looking for a parking space after some rousing Montrose Beach sand volleyball. Finally I found a spot, in fact a really GOOD one after all the shenanigans, and we started toward our building.

A dirty, drunk-smelling man approached me. He was holding a stack of records under one arm, the top of which was Humble Pie’s Rockin’ the Fillmore . . . Dang. A fantastic album.

“Do you like classic albums?” the guy said to me.

“No thanks,” I said.

My roommate caught up and asked, “What was that all about?”

“He asked if I liked classic albums, and he was holding Humble Pie at the Fillmore. That’s a really fucking great album,” I said.

“What’d you say?” my roommate asked.

“I told him no,” I said.

My roommate laughed. “That’s maybe the biggest lie you’ve ever told!”

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