Shout out to my peeps, “S’up dude?”
That’s so wrong for an aging hipster to talk and act in a manner not in keeping with his station. Us pale, northern European, straight stock? Really shouldn’t try talking that talk. The shout goes to Scott since he’s the only person I know who ever pieced together the obvious clues, and I know he was in the club.
I ran into one employee, maybe a half dozen years back, on the streets in Austin, in the spring. Noted here, and it was on a Two-meat Tuesday (and some bass fishing).
Anyway, the memories are still there, although some are muddled in time, and to be honest, I wasn’t, as the poet Allen Ginsburg would say, “in my right mind.” Quoting from memory, not to be relied upon.
“C’est tres drole, quelle surprise.”
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