So, the other night after a show I was driving home chatting with my pal, Elijah. This is pretty typical since we both are up all hours of the night. Anyway, we talked about absolutely nothing for a good 25 minutes, said goodnight and hung up. Then I remembered I was going to text him a picture of my tattoo. This was the ensuing conversation via text:
Eli: There it is! Wow I love it man!
Me: I’ve started a gang, it’s called the Tough Nate’s.
Eli: The membership eligibility seems nominal.
Me: Your membership is nominal.
Eli: I know at least 3 people I can recommend. No… 2. The 3rd falls short on half the criteria.
Me: You just have to know that I’m tough and want to be in… and you’re in.
Eli: What if you’re skeptical, but want to take in on fath just to join?
Me: What’s there to be skeptical of… have you seen my tattoo?
Eli: Good point. Purple is an extremely tough color.
Me: It’s purple ’cause it’s still ouchy.. I mean… whatever dude, you’re purple.
Eli: Did you just slap me?
Me: I don’t think so.
Eli: Just checking.
Peace, hope and love- Nathan J. Emmans