RoboStories
At the Willie Nelson concert a kind young man offered him a brownie.
I am sure for an excrutiatingly uncomfortable period of time he gave him "The Look." The one that makes dispatchers and boymen cry. The one I didn't even know existed until Melissa brought it to my attention some eight years ago around the semi-table in the kitchen of Sweet Lafayette. Apparently I am impervious, or he simply doesn't dare.
So, I know he is standing there making himself look big and staring this guy down. The guy is probably wondering exactly how much trouble he is going to be in, and maybe he is starting to pee a little. But beneath that big, bad, cold, steely glare RoboCop was thinking:
If I eat a brownie at a Willie Nelson concert, it's going to end up a Robert Earl Keen song.
I am sure for an excrutiatingly uncomfortable period of time he gave him "The Look." The one that makes dispatchers and boymen cry. The one I didn't even know existed until Melissa brought it to my attention some eight years ago around the semi-table in the kitchen of Sweet Lafayette. Apparently I am impervious, or he simply doesn't dare.
So, I know he is standing there making himself look big and staring this guy down. The guy is probably wondering exactly how much trouble he is going to be in, and maybe he is starting to pee a little. But beneath that big, bad, cold, steely glare RoboCop was thinking:
If I eat a brownie at a Willie Nelson concert, it's going to end up a Robert Earl Keen song.