That’s right! Billy Ray Cyrus at Bloomingdale’s in Sherman Oaks, California. I was there with my mother, he was trying on hip clothes. Mom trekked upstairs while Billy and I continued with our ritual downstairs (he buys, I browse).

Later we got yogurt and overheard teens curse in public more than once. I wished Billy was with us, he would set them straight. Instead, I stood up and made the scene myself; gestured to the rowdy group, pointed to mother who calmly ate a swirl with chocolate on her lips, gestured back at the wild prep school punks, accidentally kicked a chair, stuttered, then blamed it on my toppings.

And this is why my family won’t trust me with real estate.

Hey, this is all a joke, based in truth.

And that’s why I do INTERNET TV!!

Tonight at 8pm on the West Coast (9-27) look for me on Merrillwood —> I think with Natasha Lyonne. Could happen, last week Merrill had Michelle Rodriguez in studio.

I’m in good company, Billy would be proud.

-brode