They call me Righteous <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> iced the cake with:
}>>A gas station jacket with your name on the patch would be tres cool.
}
}>i know... i gotta find one... it got really warm
}>here this week...
}
}Now, a gas station jacket with someone ELSES name on it would be even cooler...
}See Mike Catano, who also goes by the name Marty, at least, thats what his
}jacket says
}
}Waye
}
}Mine says Bruce, by the way....
How are ya, Bruce? Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum in 'ere!
(Sorry, Monty Python addict. I even named my car Bruce: both of them,
to avoid confusion)
When I worked at a gas station in High School, being a large guy, the only
shirts that would fit me belonged to the potbellied (subtle indie band
reference there) manager, Al. My mom was nice enough to sew a patch over
the name tag so that everybody wouldn't call me Al (Paul Simon??)
But, today, maybe that shirt would be cool: too bad I had to give it
back when I quit.
"I quit my job to go on tour!"
Rob Benvie, wadding up his Esso(?) shirt at the Thrush Hermit Graduation
Party gig, June 93.
