The first time we met, I had no clue who the short, skinny white guy with the scruffy looking beard was.
It was 2005 and me and two of my besties from high school were catching up at the Golden Gopher, a what's-that-smell? dive bar in downtown LA with OG video games for tables and no food.
We'd just ordered a pizza from to be delivery right to our Pac Man table when the aforementioned random white boy rolled up.
"Hey girls." Not used to being hit on downtown (this was waaay before it got cool), I figured he was probably a homeless teenager, but my friends were awestruck.