Re-rockin’ the 902: My moment of Zen

At the Festival Club last night/early this morning some dude took the chair next to me at the table and decided, due to the proximity of our furniture, that I was his new best friend. While the musicians were playing their hearts out on stage he first volunteered the information that he was SOOOOO STONED RIGHT NOW, and proceeded to loudly inform me (and everyone else at the table) about everything that was wrong with the USA and the world.

Did you know those damn Jamaicans are taking over the NFL?

God knows I traveled halfway across the North American continent just for this moment of enlightenment.

“I and I, right formation… Hut one, mon… Hut two, mon…”