Rough In These Streets

Ish is crazy sometimes. One night I had this dude host one of my shows. Anyone whose ever been to one of my shows knows that I’ll have a t-shirt planted on stage prior to my walkup so I can have my hands free to hold a latte or a sharpie, you know, star shit. At the end of the show, I showed the audience the shirt and left it on stage and walked off like a champ. I found out later, so did he. (FastForward 20 min in the lobby) I see him and I’m like, “Oh yeah, what happened to that shirt?” First he stared, then he looked behind himself like the answer was back there, and then he gave me that laugh, you know the one… the one that means, “Damn, he remembered.” This dude dug in his pocket and pulled out $30. I was like, “You Sold My Shirt?!?!?” Not only was he a thief, but a dishonest bastard. I was only selling them for $20.

Wait… I can get $30 for them?

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