Unlike your shitty high school rock band, mine was called Morgan Freeman.
We had a Facebook page and the following got pretty decent because real-life Morgan Freeman fans in the Middle East thought we were him.
We weren’t.
But we did have a nice inside joke because the singer and I had a crush on the same girl.
Discovered this when I was over at his house and it was maybe three in the morning.
Confession booth darkness. Just our dumbass voices.
Laughing and confused, but not surprised, we decided to settle it. Asked the only thing that
made sense... Would you rather her walk through the door right now, or Morgan Freeman?
Answered the latter. Fucking both of us.
Nothing was gonna happen with her anyway.
Caleb Bethea is the author of DISCO MURDER CITY (Maudlin House 9/25). Follow along to get DISCO MURDERED at calebbethea.com.