At a coffee shop under the El yesterday I saw through the window the management had replaced a computer with a spinet piano. Immediately intrigued and having had piano lessons as a boy I went in and sat down. I played rustily at a few songs like a whimsical rhinoscerous missing a leg. I told the very small crowd that God had given me bedbugs or ticks for my hypocrisy and arrogance. That should anyone in the audience also have ticks a good way to get rid of them was to smash or crush them between the palms of their hands and demonstrated for them how this activity was similar to applause. Then I chopped through the music and piano wood and string nearly coming close to chopping a note or two. And when finished the subdued coffee house crowd was ad quiet as a gasless glider. No one was clapping. Not a one. This is a good design in that ad I left I was assured no one in the group listening had ticks. WESLEY LAWRENCE CURRY II.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 17:54:55 +0000