The D-est Of The Big D's

Casey just said to me, "Last time we were in Dallas, I figured it would be the only time I was ever there in my life. Now we're here, and it's a week later." Casey always exaggerates though, it was about three weeks ago, I think. I don't even know.

We're back at the Opening Bell in downtown Dallas. We played this afternoon outside in a park. Well, kind of a park, more like an intersection in a nice neighborhood called Highland Park. People were jogging/rollerblading/strolling by. It was hard not to laugh at some people, including an older gentleman walking his dog while wearing a shirt that said "FBI: Female Body Investigator."

Our best friend from yesterday was Barry, a fine man we met at a bar in Jackson, MI. He relayed to Casey and me an amazing story about how he recently found out that he has a five-year old daughter. Five years ago, he was dating a woman, and they broke up. He "thought she may be pregnant," but wasn't totally sure. He started dating another woman. That woman passed away. Right after she passed away, he found his ex-girlfriend (the possibly pregnant one) on Myspace. She wrote him a message on Myspace that said she needed to talk to him. When he called her, she said that she had had his child five years ago, and that she'd been writing him letters for the last five years. "I guess the girlfriend that just died had been hiding the letters."

He is now happily together with the mother of his child.

Barry is awesome. He was drinking Sparks energy drink and smoking cigarettes non-stop. He was the sanest crazy man at the bar that I could ever imagine. As Casey and I drove off, Casey asked me if I heard Barry say that he used to play bass in a Doors cover band. Casey giggled, then added, "Which is totally awesome because the Doors didn't have a bassist."