Interrupting

My FMTFN and I went to see Brett Mason (one of my brother's (S) friends) play at a bar in Squirrel Hill last night. He did a great version of Breathe and Time, by the way. So, at least three times he came and sat down to talk with us (it may have been four). On each of those occasions, someone walked up and started talking to him. Now, that isn't a big deal, but they obviously thought whatever they had to say was much more important than the conversation he was already having. They didn't just say hello, but insteaded started totally new conversations, and we never did really get a chance to talk to him. Okay, maybe this isn't such a big deal. But, why the fuck do stupid people think others care what they have to say? No Brian, this doesn't mean you should question why I'm writing this then, I'm ahead of you on that joke.

Oh, and I hate the commercial that's on right now.

If you're interested: www.brettmasonmusic.com