At 2am Friday night, my brother and I met the drummer from
Linkin Park on Milwaukee Ave in Wicker Park. He was drunk, high, and searching for his rental car that was towed away. We proceeded to "complement" him on all of his prestigious achievments in the Nu-Metal genre. He pointed out that although he was a millionaire, he still wears Chucks. Wow. He made fun of the neighborhood and asked why we weren't drinking
PBR. My brother proceeded to beat him in arm wrestling. We told him we loved watching his band's music videos-- on mute. Our conversation/taunting went on for well over 30 minutes, where he answered most of our questions of his integrity with "Man, I'm making a load of cash...". That wasn't really a suprise now, was it?
