Do Not Doubt The Power Of The Lucky Underwear

His name is Michael. We met at the bus stop again this morning and he's bringing me one of his band's cds next time he sees me. He plays the bass (among other things, he said) and they have a show coming up at some dive under the 405 near the Dandy Warhols' house. Apparently, I should go. I said he should come to the show at the Ash St. tomorrow night. Looks like he will. He said the bus always almost misses his stop. I suggested that pulling the bell might help. He gave me the "ok, smartass" look and said he'd have to try that. Next time I see him, I'm giving him my number.