Friday

When you are in a loud, crowded bar, and all you can think of to do (in your condition or your situation) is go up to the juke box and flip through songs for well over an hour, and you finally make some selections after inventorying every single tune in there, and you have your dollar bills in your hand - AND YOU KNOW - you know - that as soon as you start jamming dollars into this thing and pushing buttons - you will assume a special role in that bar - and your selections will drown out many of the conversations going on in there - the attention of everybody in that bar will be on you. Choose well, Bud. Your back is to them - Yes - but they are staring at your ass.

I was a hero one night simply for playing the song "Hey Jude."

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