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(posted to r.m.h. on June 14, 1999)
One of the things I really liked about MITM was that I could walk up to a group of people I'd never met, introduce myself and find myself talking to people I knew from rmh, the HED, the MITM list or other forum. So, whereas normally I don't walk up to groups of strangers, there were no strangers there. Actually, a few people were stranger than others, and I guess that's what this post is about. I saw a group sitting at a table under the tent near the beer truck, so I walked up, sat down, introduced myself to the lady on my right, who turned out to be Randy Scurr's wife. An extremely pleasant lady, ---but--- married to a slug. That should have been my first warning. Across from me was an old guy, staring intently into a crystal ball, (a "palm pilot 5"??? huh?), mumbling and muttering in a deranged fashion. Ignoring him I talked to the others at the table, Randy, Ron the Sissy Beemer Boy, Big Red, Sandra, and perhaps some others, the proximity to the beer truck has impaired my memory. Suddenly, everyone at the table was quiet, and they looked respectfully, (fearfully?), at the man seated across from me. He looked up, and with an eerie glow from his eyes and spittle flying from his lips, he said "HEY ASSHOLE -- YOU'RE A SLUG." I immediately felt the primeval murk oozing from my pores... So, I got another beer...
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