I'm visiting a friend in Butthole, MT. The first morning I was here, I woke up with the
mother of all earworms. Naturally, I had to share this infection with my friend (pass that crazy shit on, man). Two days later, we're
both caught in a double-negative buffalo-earworm vortex of massive proportions.
This evening, after some purposeful self-medication, I stepped out onto the second-floor deck to enjoy a cig in the warm, spring evening air. I mean, it's just
perfect out there tonight. As I gaze out over the site of Sitting Bull's camp at the Battle of the Little Big Horn, I
begin to notice a subtle shift in the buffalo-earworm migration pattern.
Ah-hah. The worm has turned!
Eager to bring buffalo salvation to my friend, I race inside and announce "Hey, I've got another song in my head!"
Without a beat and wearing a completly deadpan expression, he says, "Hold on. Let me leave the room first."
I dunno. Maybe you had to be there?