I am starting a band called Catfish Jones and the Bottom Feeders. I will always wax my mustache at our appearances.
I may sometimes play with Wyatt and the Earps, but I will not wax my 'stache at these shows. Even if Wyatt and the Earps open for Catfish Jones and the Bottom Feeders.
Now all I need to do is learn to play the guitar, get some instruments for my backing band, get a backing band, and write some songs. The wealth and fame will come as soon as everything else is built. I've already got a fan club, or maybe they're paparazzi. Whoever they are, they are the people that take my picture when they think I am not looking, they are the people that send their kids over to say they like my mustache at the Renn Faire, they are the people who stop and stare, they are the people who ask to have their picture taken with me.
I have only one question for these people, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS FAMOUS ON THE INTERNET!?!?
It worries me that your mustache is becoming an integral part of your being. it also worries me that it attracts strangers at the Renn Faire.
When we went to Ray's Hell Burger after leaving your apartment, the guy in front of us in line said he had taken my picture at the Renn Faire. I didn't remember him, and he admitted that it was a candid shot.
Ray's Hell Burger is in Arlington. This was three hours after we had left the Faire, and at least forty miles from the fairgrounds.
Occupy Ray's Hell Burger.
Haha, I think I know who the Vegan Dumpster Diver is.
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