The Fuzz

Hey Daddio, the fuzz came rapping at my door last nite. It was a rerun of the "When figure skating is outlawed..." post from a while back. This time instead of the Olympics I was watching "Performance", an old movie featuring Mick Jagger. Don't waste your time on it.

Also last nite I had someone ask me if I was a terrorist.

"Well, thats all a matter of perspective. You label me a terrorist, I consider myself an ambassador of goodwill."

End of discussion...so I thought.

"So whats with this?" he said pointing to my bandanna.
"You see, I have a prominent scar that people would recognize. The bandanna I can remove and burn."

I will admit that the pattern has an arabic appearance, but so what. I have had it for over eight years, and altho it is torn and frayed, I can't bring myself to part with it. It was a gift and I know that no one in the states has one like it.

The guy asked me not to blow the place up until after he had gone.
"It's a freakin brew pub man. If I'm gonna blow up a bar it will be a winery full of snobs>"
MAybe a book store.

but, yeah, the fuzz. Funny name. I wonder how it came to be.