My Feet

It was the last evening of our tour, which we spent in the wonderful company of Alfonso Velez. We’re all feeling tired… but elated… and wired. We’re unable to process with any authority the events of the past few weeks.

Mick and Kevin are arguing over something ridiculous in the street. Nobody can remember what it was. Needless to say it wasn’t important. Suddenly Kevin cries out, “well OK then! … if you’re so smart, tell me this…. [dramatic pause]… whose legs are these?”, while pointing to his own.

I don’t know if that translates. I’m still laughing though, and that’s all that matters.

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