VH1 Pickup Artist 2 Casting

Damn! I was on the way to the festival and there was this guy on the train who kept pressing me. Dude was coming on strong...like we were homeboys or something. The fact that I found out he was from Carolina still didn't change jack. Yeah...I'm originally from Carolina. But "So What!" I did not know the dude...yet there he was...pressing me. So what did I do? I did what any would-be pickup artist would do in that situation...I got his number. And I tell myself, "This day can't get any worse." When I got to the festival, the rain started to kick in again. And once it started, this time, it didn't stop. Came down in light drops...like little spittles. Then I got teamed up with this dude. And he was buckwild! My man was doing crazy sh#t to draw people into our booth. I felt like the wingman the whole time I was around him. Yep...I couldn't shake that #2 status off me no matter how hard I tried. This dude was outpacing me...and he had NO FRONT TEETH! My day had officially hit the crapper. Then I asked him, "So, what do you do?" He flashed me a wide gap mouthed grin and placed his hand in front of his chest; indicating a measurement. "I work underground all day," he chortled..."This deep in sewage." "Holy crap!" I exclaimed. "Exactly," he pronounced, "Exactly." And I was HIS #2...Great. A couple of hours later, I notice a group of people crowding this one dude. As I move in closer, I realize that it's not just any dude. It's our Georgia Congressman; Representative John Lewis. I shook the hand of the man who has done so much for America, from struggling to bring about the Civil Rights Movement to endorsing a candidate for change. As I walked away, I thought to myself, "Damn! I should have got that number?"