is chasing and cursing a college student with guitar pack on his shoulders down my street while swearing and gesturing profusely.
Shite! ZZ Top is now walking back to his car . . . parked directly in front of my desk window, and subsequently my face pressed up to the glass. Just had to hit the carpet next to Houston, to avoid eye contact with I Know What You Did Last Summer.
He just drove off. Situation stabilized. Good times, and not even 9 AM.
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