People ask a lot if get nervous doing shows. No, but occassionally my hands shake. Nerves, DT’s (look it up), who knows? The one thing, though, that plagues me, is the pre-show poo. I always have to drop one before a show. I was headlining Grumpy Dave’s in Bowling Green last night and my old nemesis, the BM hit me about 30 minutes beforehand. I went into the surprisingly clean bathroom and some dick had booted the seat off. I left, but unfortunately, my body did not recant its pledge to empty itself.
I finally went back in and did a wall sit to accomplish my goal. I imagined the bowl was something the offending vandal loved dearly, like his iPod or face. Well, I got through it, but I sure won’t be doing any squats this week in the gym. Thanks, scumbag!