I'm leaving after working a festival today with Cozmo, a one-man-band named Paul, and Checkers, a balloon guy, when I smell another show in the air, and drop down and get to it. Its fast and fiery, and the producer smiles as she stops by.
Turning my back to the crowd, I hear the best laugh of the whole day, and wonder. It has to be explained to me. As I was bent over into the taxi trunk, a bird shit on me, and nailed me with what, on later inspection, proved to be one huge, many-hued crap, ranging from brightest white right through the spectrum to pure black.
Does this count?
Turning my back to the crowd, I hear the best laugh of the whole day, and wonder. It has to be explained to me. As I was bent over into the taxi trunk, a bird shit on me, and nailed me with what, on later inspection, proved to be one huge, many-hued crap, ranging from brightest white right through the spectrum to pure black.
Does this count?

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