by raygun on Wed Feb 11, 2009 10:58 pm
More threads like this, please.
Tangentially, there used to be a junkie who hung around the main drag here a few years ago. He'd refined a breathless patter from years of grafting: "Hi, my name's Mick, I'm the drummer for Fast Lane. I fell asleep in the studio, I just need 10 bucks..."
There wasn't even a band around here called Fast Lane. Well, not that I'd heard of, though I'd guess every city has at least one pub-crawling Santana cover band called Fast Lane. Guy wasn't in any band though. The one day he comes up to me, must have been really sick because he didn't give me the runaround, just asked for 5 bucks.
I hand over the money, grinning like an uncle in a whorehouse, and I tell him: "By the way, my name's Mick, I'm the drummer for a band called Fast Lane. We're playing a show tonight at Mercury, you should check it out."
wither (n.) - To shrivel, droop or dry up, especially from lack of water; To become helpless due to emotion
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