Dontcha hate those kind of people?
Way back around 84 or so, one of my pot head buddies discovered the Who, he did the same thing. One night when he zoned out, I wrote "ask me about my boyfriend Roger" on his forehead with a magic marker, and dragged him down to a local bar and left him out front, wandering around.
Funny thing, he rarely mentions the Who now, since Roger came out of the closet.
He rarely speaks to me either.![]()