one night while working the bar at pan-am club just after it opened, someone came up to me and asked if i could serve this wonky guy who looked retarded. i glanced over and said "that's didi hamann. he's just like that, you're fine."
i was convinced i had seen a werewolf there as well, but on closer examination, it was abel xavier.
one night at work i detected a scandinavian accent, and threw a bit of danish his way. we got to chatting a bit, and then my shift was up. 10 minutes later at the taxi rank, we met again, and he asked what i had done in copenhagen and i told him i was playing in a band there, so i asked him what he did, and he said he played for FCK.
"you're thomas myhre."
"yup."
"want to split a cab?"
"sure!"
i was convinced i had seen a werewolf there as well, but on closer examination, it was abel xavier.
one night at work i detected a scandinavian accent, and threw a bit of danish his way. we got to chatting a bit, and then my shift was up. 10 minutes later at the taxi rank, we met again, and he asked what i had done in copenhagen and i told him i was playing in a band there, so i asked him what he did, and he said he played for FCK.
"you're thomas myhre."
"yup."
"want to split a cab?"
"sure!"
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