Man that is one sweet, catchy tune that old guy is whistling…you can hear him almost a block away and he’s happy and he’s smiling to himself, sorta smirking but not in a smug way, just happy. And he’s whistling up that tune. And you walk by and say hi, you don’t usually do that – well sometimes you do, but in this case you definitely do because he’s got that tune whistling off his lips and the sun is glistening off those tin-can-in-the-gutter dreams and it seems like anything is possible in that split second as you pass each other in the street where you live on a great day, which is any day really but certainly today.
But what was the name of that tune? What the hell was the name of that tune?
It bugs you for a day.
Until the next day when you’re driving out of town and searching for a station. You stumble onto Warren G’s Regulate. Classic tune. And made funnier when you realise that’s what the old dude was whistling. A day earlier. One step ahead.