So this kid pesters me to no end. The restraining order doesn’t hold. I figure, “what the heck…let him come in once, he’ll see exactly how un-glamorous this whole radio thing is…and he’ll be on his way.” That was a year ago and Monty still keeps showing up. We even had to start paying him. Gave him a fancy title like “Producer.” And for our one-year anniversary, all he got was a crappy Ricky Williams lunchbox.
