Plus like, it's all fully and legally copyrighted and if you think you're so tough now, let's see how you feel after a few months in the joint sharing a cell with a disgruntled former Kinko's employee with something to prove.Plus like, it's all fully and legally copyrighted and if you think you're so tough now, let's see how you feel after a few months in the joint sharing a cell with a disgruntled former Kinko's employee with something to prove. Copyright prison--you wouldn't last a day. Despite the title, the story is very light on actual "leather", but hey, you'll live. ------------------------------------- I can't remember whose idea it was: mine or Maria's, but I do remember how it started. Paul was over and we were talking about the rock scene in Seattle, where his brother lives and plays guitar. "Yeah," said Paul, "remember how you said you liked 'Hunger Strike'?" Well that's only like the third best song on the cd. The others are really hard. You like Soundgarden?" I nodded. "Well, you know, all those people used to be in bands with this guy Andy Woods." "The one who died?" "Yeah, od'd. Well, my brother knew him pretty well and he said that Andy was the best out of them all. A born entertainer--" "Just like Fanny Brice." "Only with a smaller nose, but yeah. And he says Pearljam are pretty much these spoiled rich kids who decided to make a band. |