While waiting for the light to change near the Scientology HQ on Sunset, I found myself standing next to two Man Buns dressed in the requisite White V-Neck T-shirts, Tan Khaki’s and Brown Birkenstocks. Although I tried to ignore their occasionally Dude and Pigeon Simile inflected patter, I soon was drawn into the conversation, a conversation that sounded a lot like an intervention.
Man Bun 1: Dude you have stay away from the Meth. It’s like killing you.
Man Bun 2: But everybody like uses Meth dude.
Man Bun 1: But you’re like shooting it and it’s killing you.
Man Bun 2: Do you want me to snort it dude?
Man Bun 1: Dude you have to stay away from the Meth. It’s killing you.
Man Bun 2: Ok dude, I’ll like switch to Crack.
Man Bun 1: Seriously?
Man Bun 2: Seriously dude no joke. I mean it. I’ll switch to Crack.
Man Bun 1: Thanks dude. It’s classier.