I had a pal, Kirk, that I used to work with when I lived in Des Moines. Our relationship like many others in my life was founded on a mutal love for music. Anyway, one night, Kirk was bored and decided to go out. He ended up at the Safari Club, the nearest thing Des Moines had to a "hip/alt" club. While some band played away on the stage Kirk tied one on. Eventually he made his way back to the pool tables and started shooting a game with some young poseurs. They made small talk and names were exchanged. Kirk told them his name was the Reverend Al Green. They were stunned and amazed that a man of the cloth would be hanging out in the club. "Dude, it's so cool that you are here - and playing pool too!" For the rest of the night they introduced him to their buddies. "Man, this guy is a Reverend." At which Kirk always added, "THE Reverend Al Green." No one ever got the joke.
As Kirk said the next morning, "Idiots with no musical history. No wonder I took them for thirty bucks."
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I had a pal, Kirk, that I used to work with when I lived in Des Moines. Our relationship like many others in my life was founded on a mutal love for music. Anyway, one night, Kirk was bored and decided to go out. He ended up at the Safari Club, the nearest thing Des Moines had to a "hip/alt" club. While some band played away on the stage Kirk tied one on. Eventually he made his way back to the pool tables and started shooting a game with some young poseurs. They made small talk and names were exchanged. Kirk told them his name was the Reverend Al Green. They were stunned and amazed that a man of the cloth would be hanging out in the club. "Dude, it's so cool that you are here - and playing pool too!" For the rest of the night they introduced him to their buddies. "Man, this guy is a Reverend." At which Kirk always added, "THE Reverend Al Green." No one ever got the joke.
As Kirk said the next morning, "Idiots with no musical history. No wonder I took them for thirty bucks."
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