A Greg Turner field guide

Should you run into me at South by Southwest, there are a few things you should probably know:

I am hard of hearing, particularly in crowded situations. Please forgive me one or two pardons and I'll do my best not to smile wanly and say, Oh, right, right, when I feel guilty about asking you to repeat yourself. Wear your earplugs, kids, especially at the rock n' roll shows and in the discotheques.

I can't make small talk. When I try, it just ends in tragedy. Let's agree to own the awkward silences.

When I'm not at work, I tend to wear a black t-shirt, jeans and low-top Converse All-Stars. I put on a clean shirt every morning, jeans every other day. It just doesn't look like it. I have a home and family and everything. I swear.

I am a good story teller.

I'm not frowning. It's a scar.

I don't like long goodbyes, so I usually say, "I'm leaving" and then leave. It's not personal. It just means I've already stayed longer than reasonable and it really is time for a hasty exit. I've had a good time and loved your company.

I think food is awesome, cooking awesomer. I am also not unfond of drink.

Chances are I woke earlier than you. Not by choice, necessarily, it just happens.

I have a really tough time remembering people's names. It's like a mental block or something. It takes three to five times interacting with someone on some level before I can easily remember their name and don't doubt my own memory. It would be a fun trick to tell me a different name each time you see me and I say, "What was your name again?"

I write, mostly, and take the occasional photograph.

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