Whatever Jeffery Sez Pinto (Bradley) Duz
 
 

Prologue

 
Okay get this, here I am in Nanaimo slugging away at work building a huge retirement home.  I have been bragging for over a week, to all the poor slugs I work with, that I am going on tour with Jeffery Sez. It's Tuesday and the next morning I'm escaping this shit-hole for a two-week vacation (party), only fifteen minutes before the morning coffee break and I decide that some extreme body piercing would be fun.  A couple of hours later, after I see an intern pass out from watching a nail being pulled from the back of my hand, all that I can think of is that I've totally fucked my plans of becoming Roadie Supremo.  After stewing for a while the doctor come back, "Can you move your fingers?" 
Wiggle wiggle wiggle, "Yep."
Doctor shakes his head in disbelief, "You are an extremely lucky SOB."
Wiggle wiggle wiggle, "Yep."
After a stitch and a warning about infections and the safeties on nail guns I'm heading home to pack.
"YEEHAW!"