johnston-street

CAM

CAM WAS REAL KIND AND INVITED ME TO COME TO HIS GIG TOMORROW NIGHT. I’D LIKE TO SUGGEST YOU GO, BUT UNFORTUNATELY MY PEANUT BRAIN FAILED TO RETAIN THE NAME OF HIS BAND OR THE VENUE THEY’LL BE PERFORMING AT. THIS MAKES ANY RECOMMENDATION AT ALL QUITE INEFFECTIVE. I BLAME HIS SUPER SWEET DINOSAUR T-SHIRT FOR DISTRACTING MY PEANUT-BRAINED ASS. DINOSAURS RULE. 

GORDON

BEHOLD, MY DEAR FRIENDS, THE STICK-BEARING EXCELLENCE OF GORDON. I WAS DIGGING HIS GANDALF VIBES FROM AFAR AS I WAS HEADING DOWN JOHNSTON STREET, AND WONDERED TO MYSELF WHETHER HE WOULD LET ME TAKE HIS PHOTO, OR IF THIS WAS INDEED TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE (I CAN’T STRESS HOW MANY FUNKY OLD MEN HAVE TOLD ME TO BEAT IT). ONCE HE SAW ME APPRECIATING HIM, HE BUSTED OUT THIS BIG SMILE AND STOPPED RIGHT WHERE HE WAS, PROVING MY DOUBTS WRONG FOR THE BETTER.