the pretty prince of parties

I picked up a hitchhiker on my commute home today. What could I do: I thought he was a really ugly girl at first, and he had a guitar on his back and his signage was VERY CLEAR, which I appreciated. His name was Elegwen, and on the internet he claims to be a) in a band and b) a fairy. Seriously:

Each one of the band members were left at the doorstep of poor village people by the faeries. Over the years they have eventually crossed each others paths and played music lost in the memories and dreams from the time they were unborn in the faerie land of Tír na nÓg.

And now I have a sticker from his canadian-irish gaelic fairy band that reads Folk is fucking deadly.

They played at Calgary's Lilac Festival, apparently (who believes what people tell you IRL? there are freaking psychos out there, like the guy at Beirut who told me he was a character animator for Disney and that he draws a lot of dinosaurs, guys riding dinosaurs, and guys shooting dinosaurs while riding other dinosaurs. LYING. OBVS. Nonetheless, I told him to look into a career in Drumheller.)

( god, paige, stop spamming us with your lameo youtube videos that even you haven't watched )

Anyway, I didn't get raped, and now I have time to write part V. The end.