Saturday, March 17, 2012
When I eat pepperoni I have vivid dreams.
Last night I had sausage.
Sausage makes me dream about The Monkees and baseball.
I was sitting in section #1 of Fenway Park. The worst section of any ballpark in the world.
Luckily I was sitting with Davy Jones, Peter Tork, and Micky Dolenz.
Micky was a bit cranky. The other two were nice.
Peter had on an ID bracelet.
It was engraved with one word in bold lettering.
And that my friends took all of 38 seconds to tell.