The Other redink...
I had to go to Houston, Texas last week for a conference. I'm assuming I was sent there to learn something, but, honestly - I thought I could have shared more than the speakers. I believe Houston is the hottest, stickiest place I have ever been to in my life. The city is hugh and seems to be a giant strip mall - the highways are littered with endless shops, restaurants, etc.
Anyway, after the conference I was talking to a bunch of other attendees. The guy I spoke most to was a guy named Dan. Dan was about 5'9" with blond hair. After talking for a while he handed me a business card with red ink - not the traditional black or blue. The man's name? Daniel Walma. I finally meet Dan Walma - and its the wrong one. Dan - you're still one of a kind.
Anyway, after the conference I was talking to a bunch of other attendees. The guy I spoke most to was a guy named Dan. Dan was about 5'9" with blond hair. After talking for a while he handed me a business card with red ink - not the traditional black or blue. The man's name? Daniel Walma. I finally meet Dan Walma - and its the wrong one. Dan - you're still one of a kind.
Cool.
Hey, maybe he WAS the Redink1 from here?
Hey, maybe he WAS the Redink1 from here?
Having witnessed him in person, I can safely say he is not a mere 5'9".
Wow...meeting someone with the exact same name is scary and even more so with the "redink" which is too much of a coincidence.
Did you keep the card? Someone needs to keep track of redink1's evil twin.
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
Did you keep the card? Someone needs to keep track of redink1's evil twin.
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
It's either redink1's doppelganger or an identity thief! You should
have taken him down and screamed 'You're not Dan Walma, I know the
REAL Dan Walma.' Then burst into song...
Will the real Dan Walma please stand up, please stand up.
have taken him down and screamed 'You're not Dan Walma, I know the
REAL Dan Walma.' Then burst into song...
Will the real Dan Walma please stand up, please stand up.
I've traveled to Houston twice in the past month for various things, one to play a show in a small, hot, sticky venue. Not a bad place, always alive, even if it's with nothing but crime. Not exactly a place I'd want to live. But strangely enough, while I was there I saw a man who looked quite enough like good ole leiutenant Dan. Hm. Clones?
Another Dan Walma that uses red ink... hmmmm... redink1, you must eat him
.
So its like that movie "The One" where if you defeat one of your alternate selves you gain their power...
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
There can be only one.














