I’m walking down through the West End one day right, and this busload from Iowa gets off the bus, these big cow people, right, bump into me, and I go flyin’ into this… adult bookstore. And my hands are in my pockets and I took ‘em out and money flew out of my hand, wafted down onto the cash register, and this guy hands me a magazine. How embarrassing. I go home immediately to the hotel, throw it away, towards the garbage, it breaks open, face up, on the bed.
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