My friend Aaron and I were in his car listening to the new Indie 103.1 FM a cool station from Entravision and Clear Channel broadcasting from Newport Beach I think.

The songs were songs we both loved and missed hearing. Songs from bands that we owned when they were on vinyl.

Some packed away in boxes, others sold off to the lowest bid at Amoeba's.

It was the perfect soundtrack for driving and aimlessly we drove into the night. All the way to and past Malibu.

Along the beach dark except where only the headlights fell... Where they shot the last scene in "Planet of the Apes".

We could see the surf crashing onto the shore even in the pitch Black night. I mentioned it might be because of some kind of phosphorescence. Aaron said he had brought me here to the cliffs to kill me. It was very dark and I believed him.

But never protested...

The Sex Pistols were playing on the radio and I grew a bit sad because Johnny Rotten has signed on to be part of the reality series, "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Outa Here" and I kept this info to myself not wanting Aaron to have his buzz killed.

Punk, if not dead, was bleeding and wounded in my heart...

I felt cheated.

When Indie 103.1 began airing, I had so many e-mails from old friends, fans, and fellow broadcasters telling me I needed to be on that station. I really would like to...

But they don't know me there...

Or care...

Today an e-mail mentioned that someone posted a message on a message board about me and how Indie 103.1 should hire me, but whoever posted it completely misspelled my name. I haven't found where this posting was, but please, will someone post my name correctly so I might atleast get the station to know that someone out there would like to hear me on the station...?

Aaron was having strange headaches and began repeating certain things people around us said... Very loudly!

This was upsetting not only to me and Aaron, but to those around us. Especially to the bikers and the gamers within earshot.

I believe Aaron might be coming down with Tourette Syndrome. I was worried for him even if it was kind of funny at the time. He really seemed troubled, but he continued and couldn't stop.

I told him how I have had trouble just shooting my mouth off at the wrong times too.

Just the other day I was in a store talking to a French woman who I had help pick out a book and she kindly said thanks and offered me anything French she had that I might be interested in...

I said, "Do you have a 20 year old French girl that I can have?"

"Why I sure do. My daughter is 22. Would you like her, she's an actress and I want to get rid of her."

So like a jackass I ask, "Actress huh? Is she a porn actress?"

I knew this was wrong and the owner of the store was standing near by and he's a friend. Sweat started itching it's way out of my pores and the woman clearly shocked said...

"Excuse me?" yet said in a sexy French accent.

With the quickest of thinking known only to Stephen Hawkings I calmly repeated myself, "I said, Is she a Foreign actress?"

"Oh! She's French but she's here in Hollywood. Would you like to meet her?"

After she left my friend stepped closer, "Oh man! I could have sworn you said, ""Is she a porn actress?""

"Oh may Gawd! How horrible! I would never say anything like that..."

He then starts backpedaling and apologizing.

We'll see if I ever get to meet this French chick, I doubt it...