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Short, Sweet, and Gross as Hell!

So my brother was in town from Philly for Cinco de Mayo this past weekend. He had to borrow my PA for all his gigs while he was in town.

Tonight at my gig, something kept poking me in the mouth as I was singing into the mic. It was a hair. Most likely facial. I have a beard, but I swear I don’t remember ripping a hair out while singing in the recent past. My brother has a “soul patch.”

Was it mine? Was it my brother’s? Either way, I ended up swallowing it on a big inhale at one point. Either way, gross as hell!

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