Saw Mr. Springsteen, yes, THE Bruce Springsteen, at Jack’s tonight. (To those not from Red Bank, Jack's is a record store in Red Bank, NJ)
The world is messed up. I realized tonight that I, literally, could have anyone committed-- merely from a verbal complaint at this very second. All it takes is a one-sided interpretation of an undocumented opinion. It’s that easy. The hospital won’t read the floppy that never arrived for at least 4 months.
Then they apologize.
They pretend to care about your concerns. Their only interest is logging an AP3er. They want the checkmark even more fervently than the disc-promiser, horrid as it may seem.
Timing has a propensity for playing into fortitude.
I'll get into the Bruce thing in the next entry. Hell, I live in Monmouth County. It's not like it'll never happen again.
1 comment:
Rock On Bruce! Although I never got into his music until Nebraska...that was my Bruce turning point.
Oh and I saw him (and his son) at Borders in Eatontown. He was looking at Motorcylce magazines...guess he's thinking about adding a new Harley to his collection. Several people went up to him and said "Hi, Bruce," and he was very cordial with everyone...shook hands, said hello, whatever. Then he just went back to looking at the magazines and everyone kinda just left him alone. Then I saw Bon Jovi and his loverly wife and kids at Attillio's in Long Branch. Must be rock star bug-bomb day... "come on kids, let's explore the real world while our mansion gets de-bugged."
rock on, PK!
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