My Brother

[flophousepoodle]

My brother is an accomplished Jazz musician.
His life is interesting.
I like musicians because they have to get around and work together.
Visual Artists (like me) are more or less domestic and don't have to play well with others.
I helped him move out of his apartment last week..I didn't take the TV or Microwave and a few other things because he said a needy friend was going to come by to get them.

I called my brother yesterday to ask how the rest of the move went:

"Well he never showed so later I went to the bar to say goodbye to some people and this legendary bar owner came in. I told him I had a TV and a microwave to give away. He said he'd send some one around within the hour.
About an hour later three Pirates showed up at my place, so it worked out"

"Wait a minute; Pirates?"

"Yeah, Pirates."

"What do you mean, Pirates?"

"I mean like lavishly dressed Pirates. Two guys and a lady in this sexy swashbuckler outfit. And the Pirates came in and took my microwave and T.V. and furniture. And that was that."

"So this guy must own a Pirate themed bar or restaurant?"

"Look, I don't know what to tell you. They pulled up in a Pontiac. that's all I know..I gotta go."

(He never would have shared this story if I hadn't asked..It's just not that unusual for him.)