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Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide,
won't play anything.
We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.
Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is
Dinah Shore?
Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time.
Yawn...yawn..yawn.
Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.
I want to tell you a story about the last time I
was in Portland.
The night before we played at the Long Goodbye.
I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night.
A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at
night.
And well, I was walking along when suddenly these
jocks in this
bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights,
tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot
Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they drove up to me
and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell,
"Hey, faggot,"
and showered me with some water.
So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of
fuckheads and picked up a rock.
Now, I waited, walked down about a block to
where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside,
and sure enough they drove around again.
They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest
McDonald's?" I said,
"I don't know" and they squirted me again.
So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in
their giant Hot Wheels car.
They screached to a halt in the parking lot of
some department store,
who's name I don't remember, it's up the street
from Fred Meyer,
and they got out their clubs and they ran after
me, yelling,
"We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're
gonna kill you,
you motherfucker."
So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried
Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs straight out like this so they
couldn't open the door
to the phonebooth. So they began charging the
phonebooth,
beating on it with their club, yelling,
"We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're
gonna kill you,
you god damn faggot." I just looked at them.
So, there was a crowd gathering by this time
and these kids were standing nearby and they
said,
"Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought,
ah-hah, here's my way out.
I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital
right away.
I wanna be be put away.
Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put
me away.
Please put me away now."
They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the
police." So they called the police.
The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm
away from these jocks.
He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you,"
throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves
me in the back.
Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what
happened here?
It looks like we're going have to take him to
jail
but we got to have the full story first"
So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in
the hole
Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the
bass. Yeah,
ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit,
the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000
truck, right,
so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill
him.
I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me
home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as
further evidence.
And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent
Oregon?
Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't
done yet.
So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of
stories.
That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.
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