So I was working at Old Town a few days ago, when this old gentleman comes in. He seemed nice enough, and he was wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt so I decided that was a good enough reason to offer him my service. He sat down and I said, "I like your shirt". And he then went on to tell me that he is Flea's father in law. Who knew?! He showed me pictures of his (Flea's) daughter and wife, who is a supermodel. I thought it was ironic. I told him he should hook me up with tickets or something, he said sure but accidentally forgot to get my number. Silly man.
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