A Nice Drive

So I get the day off today to do some recording and as I'm driving up La Cienega, I make an extremely quick right turn and promptly lock up my brakes to park. I then jump out of the car and run down the sidewalk in the opposite direction that I had been driving. I approach an individual and yell, "Jeff!" Mr. Tweedy slowly turns around and stares at me. "I saw you walking down the street and I just had to meet you." The kind but shocked friend of Bragg thanked and shaked me. I in turn thanked him for his music and proceeded to give some arbitrary star-struck banter. We shook hands again and parted ways. A lovely beginning to a day where you're required to live in dream mode.