As the opening band was mauling a Bruno Mars song, last night, I went outside to tune my guitar and accidentally locked myself out of the back of theater. SH*T! I’m on right after this song mercifully ends. I ran around to the front of the place as fast as my 50 year-old legs would take me and heard, “Put your hands together for PAT GOODWIN.” I had the length of the theater before I reached the mike, so I just started talking loud and acting like the dramatic, sprinting entrance was just part of my “act”. It took me a good 10 minutes to recover, and I’m still experiencing shortness of breath, a tingling on my left side, and I smell burnt toast. Is that normal?
Author’s note: This is the 2nd time I locked myself out of this particular theater and the 11,459th time I was introduced as Pat Goodwin.
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