Yesterday I was talking to Jon Taylor because he used to live in Florida and I was wondering if he had any suggestions for the Keys, which Rae and I are going to go visit for the first time. We’ll take a plane to Miami and rent a car and do the drive down slow. My hope was that Jon Taylor could help me figure out what to absolutely stop and see. But Jon Taylor had no suggestions for the Florida Keys. All he said was, Man, I don’t know about Florida, when I lived there it was the early 90s and I just loved death metal and I worked in this grocery store with this guy Dave who drove me crazy. And Dave was a born again Christian and I didn’t want to talk to Dave but I had to talk to Dave, you couldn’t just ignore him for eight hours even though you wanted to, even though he was just trying to save your soul the whole time. This one day I had off but I had been sick and I hadn’t gotten my paycheck so I walked over to the grocery store to get my paycheck and I was wearing this t-shirt divided into four squares and each square on the shirt was one of the guys from Van Halen, their face, but as a skull—one with sunglasses, one smoking a cigarette, one with long blonde hair, and one just plain-dead-guy skull—so I walk into the grocery store and Dave is there and he sees me and he loses his mind—
Dave
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