Pseudo_Intellectual and I are leaning against his car, having a couple of beers and shooting the breeze. He looks nothing like I'd expected -- like a tattooed teenage hipster garage mechanic in a bowling shirt. He tells me an story about hanging out with his buddies in the parking lot at Goofy's the other night (which I understand to be a popular drive-in fast food place in whatever town we're in) when a rival gang of teenagers drove up and hurled insults at them. "We jumped in the car and totally took off after them," Pseudo says, chuckling. "Dude, it was awesome."