blue yodel no. cdxx a.d. 

liSTEN UP. I ONCE KNEW A GUY WHO LOST IT ALL AT THE HORSE TRACK. EVERY DIME. IN ONE NIGHT. HE HAD BET IT ALL ON A HORSE NAMED ‘WIFE’. AFTER JUMPING IN HIS LITTLE G.T.O. , HE FLOORED IT UP 71 nORTH AND CAME TO A V-3 SHOW. THE CROWD WAS CATTLE..I MEAN THEY WERE PACKED IN LIKE CATTLE. THIS MAN STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE SINGING ALONG TO 3 OR 4 SONGS. HE KNEW ALL THE WORDS AND KEPT PUMPING HIS FIST INTO THE AIR ( HE ONLY HAD ONE ARM.) THE PARRALEL (sp.) STORY TO THIS IS A GUY AT WORK TOLD ME HE WORKED 70 HOURS A WEEK. I ASKED HIM IF HE CONSIDERED SEEING A PSYCHATRIST ABOUT THIS PROBLEM OF HIS. HE TOLD ME IT WAS OUR BAND WHO NEEDED A SHRINK aND “MORE PRACTICE”. HE THEN PROCEEDED TO TURN UP HIS RADIO WHICH WAS TUNED INTO “ONLY THE 70’S” ROCK. (CHECK THIS OUT)..JUST THEN, THE ONE-ARMED GUY WALKED INTO THE RESTAURANT, WHIPPED OUT AN X-11 BLUE CHROME PISTOL, RAISED IT..AND RIPPPED 3 HOLLOW POINT BACK-PATS CLEAN THROUGH THE $29.00 BOOM-BOX. THE SONG ENDED, I QUIT THE LAME ASS 5 BUCK AN HOUR GIG..AND ME AND THE ONE-ARMED GUY WENT OUT AND DRANK SO MUCH, WE HAD TO TAKE TURNS CARRYING EACH OTHER BACK TO WHEREVER WE ENDED UP.