Actually, it was a dust off. Any pooh, it is difficult for me to mention the word dust without tossing back a room temperature beer in honor of Dusty. Probably the coolest #*@$# I've ever known. No, without a doubt. His most embarrassing moment in life was when he got a back stage pass to see Dylan. In my mind his greatest moment was taking a blow to the head with a Chimay bottle and looking up to smile about it. I proudly wear a scar on my right arm caused by him.
Oh yeah, so today the weather was so nice I thought a little fresh air would do me good. Apparently it did. I decided to take a walk, dust off the turntable, then drink and eat. So as I'm walking down the side walk a group of about 25-30 people started following me. To make it stranger they were all dressed like Beck and were singing "his name is Klatt, he's got eight turntables and a megaphone". Can it get any stranger? Yes! Throw in a tall guy, close to seven feet, who sounds like Cary Grant saying "trips, trips, get your doses here". They followed me for about a quarter mile and then ducked behind a sign post, apparently waiting for some one else whose name they can fit into Beck lyrics. I then took my turntable to the bar for a a quick bite and a few pints.
Lesson learned: next time I take the table out I'm driving.
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