Odd Compliment Week

Odd Compliment Week continues.

In a previous post, I wrote about how some guy at a clambake I played last Saturday paid me an odd compliment by saying that I have "Good vocal instincts."

Strange, right?

Well, earlier this evening, I was given another Odd Compliment.

I was on my way back from Fatso Fogarty's. Menthol Box hit the open mic night so the guy in charge could hear us and book us a gig or two. I had never been there before. Not a bad bar, but...no Wild Turkey! Fuckers. Anyway, we kicked ass, and (depending on the $ offered) will be playing there soon.

So, on the way home, I stopped at the Tiger Mart for a can of Monster, my new favourite non-alcoholic drink. But, alas...no Monster! Bastardfuckshitbags! Denied my Monster, I bought some Stacker 2/Stinger/Fruit Punch thing. (It sucked. Rrrreal bad.)

As I was waiting to pay, the old guy in front of me turned around and told me I look like Derek Jeter. Really. He said, "You do, you look like Derek Jeter. You have his eyes." I replied, "Fuck his eyes, I wish I had his money." It was all I could think of to say. He just laughed and said, "Me too, buddy."

Strange. I don't look the least bit like Derek Jeter.

Whatever.

Odd Compliment Week continues...