Phone rang, it was my cousin Walsh. "My step mom said she saw you at the cafe."
Me-:"Yeah, tarot day."
Walsh-:"So do you think I should enter the wrestling auditions?"
Me-:"That's a joke right?"
Me-:"Well, besides the fact you're too out of shape, and have asthma not to mention we're both too old cause there's no way in hell you're going to be a wrestler without me attached."
He laughed at me, well giggled actually. "So you don't think I could do it?"
Me-:"Not in a million years. If you had to write an ad for me, what would you say?"
Walsh-:"What do you mean?" I could hear him rattling the silverware over the phone, slamming drawers.
Me-:"They asked me to write up something to promote myself for the readings. I have no idea what to say?"
Walsh-:"Uh...no clue. So it's going well then?"
Me-:"Been a few customers. I have to split it with the owner though."
I heard him make a noise and I swear he winced. "You got pimped out. Wow, never thought I would ever say something like that about you."
Me-:"yeah me and pimped out doesn't belong together in the same sentence. I want to go watch the main event now. Don't do anything stupid. Last thing I want to see is your video up in a montage of mockery."
Walsh-:"Lest I know how to sell myself."
Me-:"That sounds so wrong."