Just Me and Him

There was a young guy driving down the street in a, I'm guessing, 90's model convertible Mustang. He was jamming some Eminem. I would only hope his new album, but I wouldn't know what songs were on what album much less really any of his songs. But I would recognize his distinct whine. The time was about 8:15 in the morning. You might wonder why in the hell I would be up at 8 for anything. That is my life as I currently know it. Now I could certainly take a nap, but this way off my point. Anyway, so this cool, sunglass wearing dude was jamming him some Eminem (did I mention the time?). He had it super loud and it was doing the best it could coming from his Kraco system. This all took place at a residential intersection and it was literally he and I and no one else. Well, I was walking my dog Ella, so she was there. He's bobbing his head back in forth in an attempt to make me believe it was cool or to prove to himself it was cool. That's the only thing I can guess. He wanted me to believe that what was going down was happening, ya know, happening. I even looked around to see if there was a few ladies off in the distance or a couple of gang members he was trying to impress. If this guy was a gang member it would have been in, like, the Falcons or the Snakes, not a real gang, something he carried over from elementary school. Anyway, I was not converted. He looked like a complete idiot and no volume, no head bobbing or bad haircut could make me think otherwise. It was our moment. Sadly, I am sure he will never remember it and I am forever scarred. His name was... What? His name was...what?