Thursday, March 16, 2006
Jamming with Mr. Butch part 9
It was Monday morning in rock city, and Mr. Butch was late. "Dude, what day is it? What time is it?" Now Mr. Butch is never in a hurry for anything. But this morning he was troubled about something. Later in the day, I caught up to the El Presidente of Allston and he was checking his scratch tickets for winners, but to no avail. Mr. Butch had just forgot what day it was because he had to get his bank statements from his oversee-er. Not to worry. "I got your back, Man" Thanks Mr. Butch, I got yours from a distance.
