Will Hines Dot Net

So I was riding home on the L train Saturday afternoon, when I saw Billy Hot Chocolate wearing a ridiculous-looking all lavender outfit (t-shirt, shorts, head and wrist bands). Turns out he was going to a Wet Hot American Summer party. I can’t remember the movie well enough to know how an all-lavender jogger outfit fits in, but I didn’t really need an explanation since Billy is a man silly enough to change his last name to “Hot Chocolate.”

Billy asked what I was up to and I explained that I was getting back from buying a coffee bean grinder. That sounded so lame compared to wearing an all-lavender outfit that I kinda amped up my excitement about my grinder. “New coffee grinder!” I said. “Going to be good.” Then I asked Billy if he wanted a cup and he said yes and came to my apartment.

I had invited him so abruptly that I kinda didn’t believe he was really going to come over until he actually got to my place. I thought maybe he got off the train with me as a joke and was just walking to his party. “Are you serious?” I asked him, after we’d walked five blocks from the train. And he said “Yeah. Were you?” And I thought about it and said “Yeah.” So we had a fine few cups of coffee and hung out for two hours and ended up talking about some heavy shit. I think before this Saturday I’d talked to Billy for maybe eight minutes in a row. That was pretty cool. Thank you, Billy.

My camera is messed up so that picture has a weird greenish tint that did not exist in reality. But Billy’s clothes are somehow appearing in the correct color.