Here I was sitting on a park bench listening to my iPod and minding my own business when this guy -must've been in his early 30s and said that he was from New York- planted himself next to me.

-Hey, what're you lis'ning to?

-Mahler, Fifth Symphony.

-Yeah, cool band. Saw them a while ago in Frisco.

-Uh, it's not a band. It's a composer and he's been dead since 1911.

-Yeah, he got shot. Drug deal gone bad. It's them drugs, man. He shoulda stayed off da cocaine. Buyin' from the wrong crowd, I'm tellin' ya.

-Pardon me, sir. You must be talking about someone else. Gustav Mahler died of Infectious Endocarditis in 1911.

-Yeah, I know. Like I said, it's that cocaine. Screws people's minds up.

-That's right. But like I said, you must be talking about someone else.

-Nah, it's him, all right. Got his CDs. Favorite is the one him jammin' with Marilyn Manson. Best album ever! By the way, that's the son of that blonde movie star.

-I'm sorry but you have it all wrong. Mahler's been dead since 1911, he's never jammed with Marilyn Manson and Marilyn Manson is not the son of Marilyn Monroe.

-Man, ya don't know sh*t about music. Where did ya get your education? Harvard?

Then he got up and left muttering to himself. LMAO What a nutcase! He may have been high on something himself because he had that vacant stare in his eyes. Hope I'll never meet this character again!

Regards

Taike