Pretty boring.
Oh, I did meet a pretty cool guy on a business trip though. At the time he told me he sold soap for a living and spent the rest of his time working the camera at a movie theatre.
He didn't need the money nor did he enjoy working at the cinema, he just enjoyed what he could do on the job. You see, he had this cynical craze of trying to desensitize people. Especially people of a younger, more gullible age. Just before the mother bear is reunited with her cubs, he would interject milliseconds of pornographic material into the film. Not enough for it to be obvious, but just enough to know it happened.
And then he sold soap.
In the same week, I came home to find my house ablaze; furniture from Ikea burns pretty fast in a fire, just thought you'd like to know that.
I met up with the guy from the business trip and we knocked back a few beers while I told him about my house. We finished our drinks and headed out (I'd be crashing at his place for the night).
Weirdly though -- and there was a lot weird about The Soap Guy -- he had this obsession with fighting. He actually wanted me to hit him in the face. I'm not sure if this was a fetish of his, but he seemed adamant I hit him. He showed me how much of an adrenaline rush fighting could be.
Long story short, we now have an underground cult of grown men whom do nothing but fight each-over.
But yeah, other than that, it's been pretty boring.