Tuesday, March 11, 2008

...on offense

got on the elevator this morning (da daaaaaaaah da dah), the roadie was getting on with me. he had a suitcase he was rolling with him. more folks pack in and this woman is standing between us.

i ask roadie, motioning to his suitcase, "coming or going?"

"oh, i'm going."

"where to?"


"what the hell's in georgia?"

now the roadie's answer isn't important at this time because this woman who was standing between us gives me the gas face.

downright offended.

the bastard offends people all the time but never quite so quickly, and never really about regional things. still and all, it was a good start.

—the bastard

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