I had a canker sore for weeks that eventually turned into a minor psychosis.
Barry Gibb, the last remaining brother of the trio to make up the once popular disco band, the Bee Gees, comes out for his encore to sing a cappella, “Stayin’ Alive.”
Did you act rationally last night? Were you in, as they say, your right mind? Probably not. But if it’s any consolation, in certain parts of India, madmen are known to be possessed by God.
“Before I forget to tell you,” he said, and paused, took a long inhale from his bong.
“Yes?” I said, when he was done.
“What?” he said.
“The thing you were not wanting to forget to tell me?”
“Shoot, man, sorry, it’s gone.”
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