Stop Asking Where I'm From

Poor Raymond

Written By: humarashid - Mar• 29•15

Raymond and I were in his car, driving to a location of an alleged criminal offense so we could take a look around, get a sense of it. His satellite radio started playing Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.”

Me: I love this song!

Ray: [kicks up the volume]

Me: [sings along]

two minutes pass…

Me: [still singing along until there’s a break in vocals]

Ray: OMG HOW LONG IS THIS SONG! I thought I’d put the volume up and let you enjoy it but I HAVE LIKE A MILLION THOUGHTS I WANT TO TALK ABOUT WITH YOU AND HE’S STILL SINGING???!?

Bahahaha. We just cracked up for the rest of the song.

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