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          • May 23, 2011 9:53 am

            The Beach Boys (featuring Mike Love & John Stamos) played after the Florida Marlins baseball game this past Saturday night. “Those are not the real Beach Boys,” I explained to a small red headed child in KISS make-up.

            Small Child: Are they robots?

            Me: (drunk and 39) No. They are a hologram of our suffering.

            Small Child: Like fake ghosts?

            Me: (excited) YES YES! Fake Ghosts that haunt state fairs and mall openings…

            Small Child: They’re not very scary.

            Me: I know, its a shame isn’t it.

            I then lit a cigarette and was repeatedly tasered and pummeled by security forces. Kokomo was playing. And just before I lost consciousness I swore I saw Brian Wilson’s smiling face in the sky, giving me a big thumbs up.

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