Posted on Friday, January 20, 2006
Getting drunk on John Smith's, swapping stories with a guy named Dancing Sailor John, and listening to a 13-year-old Norwegian kid sing Mississippi blues.
The weird part? The kid was good.
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John Smith's...*sniff*...you raise 'em right, and they do ya proud.
Wait, the stories were swapped with a guy whose first name is "Dancing" and you thought a Norweigian prodigy was weird? Norweigians love jazz and blues! I thought everybody knew that.
Glad you took my advice...although it's really hard for me to picture you drunk ;)