"Thanks again," he said, taking the seat across from her and trying, without success, to get the waitress' attention. "And as far as looking bad- well, I had my skeevy looking phase back in the mid-nineties after I did a little too much..." He inhaled sharply, holding one of his nostrils closed. "And I didn't ever get a reality show like Ozzy did, so I didn't really have an image to uphold." He finally got the waitress' attention and ordered himself a burger, fries and a Coke. "So, what about you, Lynne. You know all about me, but what do you do?" He'd always kind of enjoyed talking to people with "normal" gigs. It reminded him of what he was- or wasn't- missing.