The concert is reserved seating. There's a roped off section in the middle of the auditorium with the best seats. This concert being a Dead concert, folks want to jump in there and dance like loons, even such folks as didn't come with tickets. The security guards keep tossing them out. They keep jumping back in. So it goes.
[Daniel laughs and sez: "They're playing catch the hippie."]
Now, there's this one guy who's shaved his head. Thgat's cool. it's a valid fashion statement. In this crowd, he's not alone. But he's also painted himself blue.
He looks like a refugee from the Blue Man group.
A Smurf with a glandular condition is also an acceptable comparison.
He keeps jumping in and dancing like a spaz.
The security guards keep throwing him back out again.
Now, it occurs to me, if you want to jump over security barriers and dance around like a doofus, painting yourself blue is probably not a good idea. It sorta attracts attention. I figure he hasn't figured that out yet. He's thinking. How do they keep finding me?
It's Blue Man persecution, I tells you!
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