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Saw Bowie play a small gig in downtown San Diego once, but can't remember the name of the place, but it was pretty fancy, less than 500 people max, real food and drinks, tables and booths. The tickets were courtesy of a local radio stations tenth caller kinda deal, big mystery, big fun, hell of a show.
Two things standout; the first being a drunk fucker that stole the tip jar. I witnessed this and ran down to tell the bar staff; they alerted security that in turn alerted PD on site. They found the guy in the head, red-handed, stuffing cash down his pants. Food and drink were on the house for the rest of the night.
The second was me being drunk and running a red light on the way home; I hesitated for a second before flooring it, only to see a blur pass me by. Damn, that was close! How close? I found a piece of rear wheel-opening trim imbedded in my front bumper rubber snubber the next day.
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Two things standout; the first being a drunk fucker that stole the tip jar. I witnessed this and ran down to tell the bar staff; they alerted security that in turn alerted PD on site. They found the guy in the head, red-handed, stuffing cash down his pants. Food and drink were on the house for the rest of the night.
The second was me being drunk and running a red light on the way home; I hesitated for a second before flooring it, only to see a blur pass me by. Damn, that was close! How close? I found a piece of rear wheel-opening trim imbedded in my front bumper rubber snubber the next day.
Meanwhile...