Good News! I Don't Think I Have AIDS!

-New Drinking Game: Watch CNN. Every time they say "Twitter," you do a shot. I've been watching for an hour and they've mentioned Twitter several times. Iraq: 0.

- On the HIV- Negative front: Last night, I was walking through Union Square, on my way to a show, when a guy who was standing behind me ran his fingers through my hair. Not like he touched my hair. It was like we were doing a shampoo commercial together. I turned to see what was going on. It was a short black guy who greeted me with a fancy handshake and, "What's up, my nigga?"

"Hey."

Then there was a pause, as I was expecting him to try to sell me a CD, as per Union Square protocol. Nothing. Just silence. I asked, "So, what's up?"

"Just saying 'Hey'."

"Alright."

Then the guy went into CVS. About 10 seconds later, I noticed a spot on my hand, which had recently been shaken fancily. It was burning and red. It also looked like there was a puncture mark. I was certain that this guy poked me with an AIDS needle, just like they do in email forwards. If he didn't run his fingers through my hair, it would have never crossed my mind. But you have no idea how creepy that was.

After about two hours of freaking out, I finally accepted that his fingernail probably scratched me, or his ring pinched me. He most-likely ran his hand through my hair thinking that I would put my hands on my hair, and he could reach in my pocket and take my absence of money.

So, phew... no AIDS... for now.