The Great Debate With Dan

I guess you could say I got a twofer last night. I had an eventful car ride on the way to my friend Frank's, and in a way I had an even more eventful ride back.

You all know what happened on the way there. The whole Honest Abe story. Yeah, well on the way back amidst the thick fog that made me feel like I was driving into the great unknown I had a verbal tift with my friend Dan.

The seeds of this verbal tango started after I dropped off Samuel. And by the time we got on Stephens. It got real. It lasted about 20 minutes and culminated in his drive-way at 1:20 in the morning.

What did we argue about? Well, my popularity in 7th and 8th grade.

Dan was adamant that I was popular. I on the other hand, took the stance of, "How? What in the blue hell makes you think that?" He was still stedfast in his statement though. He legitimately thought I was popular.

Before I continue let me just tell you of what I think popular is. When I think popular I think A.C. Slater, I think George Clooney, I think Jay Gatsby. I do not think Aaron Zaremski in 7th and or 8th grade.

As I told Dan, I was the funny fat kid who was neither funny or fat. I was kind of just there. Then he played his best card. He played the girlfriend card. He said my girlfriend in 8th grade was popular, therefore I was popular by association. He also said I hung out with other popular people so he was convinced that I was popular.

At this point I was convinced that Dan was potentially concussed some how. Because he was grabbing incoherent arguments out of the wild blue yonder and was trying to pass them off as logic thought out statements in regards to the subject at hand.

Then it dawned on me, I needed to wreck his flow. I had to but him in a daze and in the immortal words of that Mortal Kombat Guy I had to "Finish Him." So what did I do? I turned the tables on his ass of course. How did I do it? Well, by simply saying, "Bull, I always thought that you were popular."

As I saw his esteem rise, I felt like I had my in. This argument was going to swing in my favor. Right? Wrong. Mr. Daniel Marvalo Lipa just swung it back on me by saying, "Nope, nope I am telling you, you were more popular than me. That bastard.

So naturally when I got home I had to make the argument Facebook official. And I posted, "Still can not get over the absurdity of last night's conversation. No matter what you say Mr. Daniel Marvalo Lipa, I was not popular in middle school."


Then my Bash Bro. Jamie commented by saying, "You were"


Effin A Cotton. 


Then I texted my friend Rachel figuring she would be on my side. Negative.


She said amongst other things, "Accept it as fact." I said, "Never." Her rebuttal, "Don't be ashamed. If Bill Coole had invited me to a sleepover it'd be all over my Myspace."


And it was back in the day...


So touche.


But it was all over Dan's too.


So I'd say I won the argument.


Who the hell am I kidding, Danny hates social networking.


So, I guess you have to refer to me as A.C. Slater from now on, because this guy (me) was apparently popular back in the day.