Main Ingredients:
Grandfather
tour manager
eggs
pickles
rave

Spice Pack:
1 whisper of depression
1/2 teaspoon of fondness

I don’t think I’ll ever be as cool as my grandfather. He’s a tour manager for a DJ. One time, at this rave, someone threw an egg at the DJ. My grandfather was up on stage, and somehow reacted with perfect timing. “I knew it was a real pickle,” he said, “so I just went for it.” He caught the egg in mid-air without breaking it. I don’t know how he did, but a few of the audience members got it on video, so now it’s all over the Internet. I mean, I always thought he was cool, but now he’s Internet famous.