My Third Phone Call With Elon Musk
ELON: Hello, this is Elon.
ME: Hi, Elon.
ELON: You again. I read your blog. Not bad.
ME: Thanks.
ELON: I’d appreciate it if you took down the two articles about me, though.
ME: OK, whatever you want, Elon.
ELON: Yeah, they’re not real. I never said any of those things. So, if you could take those down.
ME: But did you think they were funny?
ELON: No, but I’m sure some people find it funny that you ring me up and ask me to dinner. I suppose that’s a bit funny, but especially now, after this SEC thing…
ME: Gotcha. The SEC sucks. Seems like a poke in the eye. A real fuck job. You got royally slammed.
ELON: Yeah. I’m not allowed to talk about that, actually.
ME: I know. But it still sucks. Anyhow. I am going to be making some hamburgers and having some friends over later. It is a small affair. We have bongos and congas and might do a little percussion circle, some singing and chanting.
ELON: You’re not gonna give up, are you? You’re going to just keep ringing and asking me to dinner. I thought I blocked your number, by the way.
ME: I’m calling from my wife’s phone. Can you make it?
ELON: Tonight?
ME: Kicking off around 7. Would love you to come.
ELON: Can’t mate. I’m up north. Hanging with Sergei.
ME: Oh that’s too bad. It’s gonna be chill.
ELON: Alright. Gottta go.
ME: Yeah, again, sorry about your major ass fucking from the SEC.
ELON: Thanks mate. Cheerio.
ME: But one day you’re gonna say yes. You’re gonna say, what the hell? Alright. I’ll come over for dinner. Why the hell not?
(he hangs up)
Me: Bye Elon. Good talk.