the elevator with LK

leaving my eye doctor today
the elevator opens, full of people
i hear another ding
i'll wait i say noticing
the other elevator
is going up
not down

i get on the crowded elevator
look to my left and see him
instinctually i say 'hi lar'
'how are you' he responds
as if he remembers me
knows me
all very cool
calm, collected

we continue the ride down
2 the bottom of the cnn building
together all of us
him with his possy
and me alone

they're talking numbers
ratings or cd sales
i'm not listening all that closely
all i picked up from the 10 floor drop
was he being pissed about something
something that clay did
gaykin i think to myself
always up 2 no good

the elevator stops...floor 3
CNN's broadcast studios
the possy begins to depart
all of a sudden he stumbles
i wouldn't say he was about to
well hell yes i'll say it
he was about to bite it
big time...lets face it
the cat's old

i reach out my hand
again instinct
4 him 2 grab
saving this man
known 2 all
4 being a news staple
from falling on his face
outside his own studio

he mumbles something
as i help him up
the doors close
and proceed to my car
i'm unlocking the doors
beep sounds my new fancy ride
i know a car's too much 4 me
when i can't understand the beeps it makes
let alone anything else
i digress

hey you i hear someone screaming
running in my direction
i freak slightly as i do
along in a parking garage
being screamed at and chased
the lady looks familiar
barely my age if that
young, naive, and in a hurry

i stop and turn to her
'what's up' i respond
he wants to thank me
he wants to invite me 2 the taping
on a show notorious for closed sets
no thanks i instantly answer
i've got 2 be somewhere

she is shocked, this girl still catching her breath
like i just told her to go fuck her mother or something
'let me get your information...he'll want it'
why the hell would he need my contact info
i thought to myself as wrote on her back
a contact, a number, an address, and my private email

almost two months later i've forgotten it all
i get a call something's at the office 4 me
a case of dom, flowers have just arrived
are at his office with my name on them
guess who they were from
guess i won't make so much fun
of the old battle ax after all
life in LA