Its really funky when someone looks up to you. Especially an Oxford graduate who's been working abroad for the last few years.
So I bullshit as usual and as usual he thinks I'm beyond him. All because I told him I write occasionally. I Laugh Out Loud with you folks.
I showed him my blog through my tree geez phone no less. He went "Wow! UNCLE, not Bad!! So I said disagreed, "Really I'm BAD".
"No, I can tell you're really sweet, UNCLE." " Tell me the secret of your success."
Now he wants a tattoo too.
* After writing this post and before he slept, sicko pee-d into the laundry basket. Dont offer him champagne today if you meet him.