I was talking the other day with a friend of mine who's a local band promoter. The conversation soon turned to his recent business dealings. One of these involved a contract dispute with one Mephistopheles... AKA Satan, The Devil (he sometimes appears as a prominent politician.... but that's another story!). The dispute went unresolved because of the stubborn nature of both parties! Sooooooooo... as a result, this friend of mine has remained a free agent, and may charge whatever fees he so desires for his services.
Well... not to be left out of the topic, I quickly mentioned that I once had a similar experience. I was recently approached by a circus monkey who expressed interest in having my band as his opening act. Things went horribly wrong when we demanded dried banana skins (for... ummmmmmm... medicinal purposes) as a signing bonus. The monkey FLEW into a rage, and began flinging fresh poop in our direction! Soooooooo... as a result, we were covered in fresh flying monkey poop.
For some reason, at that moment, I felt that maybe this friend of mine had reached a higher level of status and accomplishment than I had... at least at that point in life... there's always tomorrow, though... right? :-)
