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If it has, it's run me over about fourteen times as it did.

Did you at least get the licenses plate?

I think I was too busy bleeding from the head. Do me a favor, if you see it come back around again, lemme know. I can at least dodge.

I will be sitting on the bus bench with my digital camera ready to take a picture and then to call 9-1-1.

Sweet. If I survive the encounter, I'll buy you a beer. Or...whatever it is you drink. Lady's choice, natch.

A cup of coffee, I don't drink, I'm not allowed. I'm Delia, who are you?

Coffee it is, then, if you'll forgive my own foray into cocoa. I'm Martin. Friends and people who think they know me call me Marty, sometimes. Nice to meet you!

Coco, that's why you keep getting run over by life. Why do they call you Marty if your name is Martin? It's nice to meet you too.

It's a nickname. My close friends have known me since I was like...twelve, and my Mom always called me that when I was little, so I guess it stuck. And I maintain cocoa tastes better than coffee. Cocoa, and whiskey sours.

I have only had two nicknames in my whole entire life and none of them had anything to do with my name. I like the name Marty though. Mmm, I will have to respectfully have to disagree, unless you've just come in from the cold and it has those little fake marshmallows in it. Whiskey sours are good though, two thumbs up.

I think I'm just not into the bitter of the coffee, which is supremely ironic considering my affection for whiskey sours. I guess we all have our food quirks.

True, it could be worse. I know this kid who doesn't like cheeseburgers but eats beef jerky. Any other weird quirks?

Oh, I've got plenty, but it's hardly demure to be just putting them all out on the table at once. You gotta leave some mystery, yeah?

For the record, I inhale both cheeseburgers and beef jerky at unholy speeds.

Ahhh good, good, I like a man with a little mystery. I also like a man that rides around with a bandanna around the lower part of his face.

For the record I love beef jerky. Once took a road trip fueled by jerky and diet soda. It was amazing.

That one, I can't promise I do. I have this snazzy hat, though?

That doesn't seem really great for your nutrition.

Golly. That's tough. Can it be described as jaunty?

That was uh . ... Fuck. Six years ago? Now I can't drink pop, eat jerky or anything fun.

Maybe if I lean it back?

Oh, boo. Well at least you can say you did it?

Lean it forward, over one eye, then you have to smirk like you know something I don't.

Yup, it's one of those things you do when you're young and you can.

That doesn't come off as just smarmy?

Man, I spent my entire youth running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

*Laugh* One mans smarmy is another mans jaunty.

I've noticed a head theme with you. Where you a crazy boy?

It's a fine, fine line.

Los Angeles. Specifically, on my bedroom balcony. Hammock + ocean breeze + wireless = win.

A line we all must walk.

That sounds really nice. You win this round, batman! I've never been on a hammock.

Either that, or be particularly boring.

Oh, man, I am soooo not sneaky enough for that kind of secret identity. I'd make a poor DC superhero. You should make time for them! They're one of my favorite things in life.

Please, some of us like the term "vanilla." :P

Whatever, all you need is some tights and mask and no one would ever know! You'd fool everyone. Well there isn't room for them in my apartment and I'm in Chicago, not a big hammock town.

Vanilla, boring...at least put some fruit in it!

I don't think I'd look very good in tights. At all. I sort of have chicken legs. See, that's your problem right there, Chicago.