Samsung and Delilah

So the fact of the matter is…Fuck.  I had this great thought.  I lost it.  Too drunk.  So typical.  My keyboard stand (which I stupidly left at the gig) is being held for ransom by the guy from one of the other bands, what I'm beginning to think is a troubled musician type, possible drug problem as he asked if I'd loan him $20 when I come to get it...cuz he has no car and he lives 40 minutes away.  When I realized how far he was, cuz I thought Grosse Ile was by Grosse Pointe (In my defense, I've been away for 10 years) but either way, I cancelled the meeting cuz a new one would be $20 and that combined with gas, I figured I'll break even. When I originally told him I'd loan him the money and go to his house, and he was ECSTATIC!  He called me mikey mike mike or whatever like we were best buddies.  (Typical user.  Excited cuz he can hang up and call his dealer.)  I hung up after I told him I'd be there in an hour and a half.  After 30 minutes, he called me asking where I was.  That's when I was like, this guy's an addict.  Stay far away from him.  I told him I had to reschedule, so he started arguing the point, saying things like "well, aren't you almost here by now?" and things like that.  It was fucked up.  Now he’s calling me, for what I don’t know.  He’s so angry that he’s not getting his fix.  Thank god I live behind barbed wire.Support the show