...really? Most people would have just laughed and told him he's fucking dreaming. He doesn't quite know what to do with this positive affirmation and encouragement. He's fully expecting to get shot down now that he's namedropping his band.

"Mucous Membrane. I'm the lead singer." He's going to be getting all the hot chicks and the hot dudes. Die a legend in his late 20s and go out in a blaze of glory. Or lots of sex and drugs.

"This it?" he asks when they get to a bungalow. Looks real posh. He feels a little out of place but he quells his uneasiness with an indifferent face firmly affixed.