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I walked the streets of Liverpool, England, looking for a nice place to eat. Dunno where the others were, I was just tryin' to get things done. I walked in a bookstore/coffee shop. I love those! Anyway, I looked around at some novels that I was just oh, so dying to look through. Hmmm...perhaps John should've come along. We have this thing about Obsessive booking, and blah blah blah. There was a women that piped up, "Care for some coffee, sir?" Um...never been called "sir" before...but ok...."Sure, I gues." She smiled. I walked over. "Hey, I won't bite." She replied to my awkward walking. I nodded, and waited. "On the house." She said. I shook me head and said, "No. You lose business that way." I mumbled the price number and flipped through my wallet. $3.50. "Here." I said as I handed her the cash. I grabbed a book that looked interesting, and asked, "Do you carry these in paperback?" She nodded. "Right over here. Follow me." I did. Then, I blacked out. 'Why?', you may ask. Answer: I was hit in the head with a book....On purpose. I awoke back home. The guys were hovering over me. I groaned and felt my head. It was a tad numbing, like when you first wake up to pain. I had ice on it. They...
BIC: knocking on the door, i went in. e sat there, strumming along. "hay george, i'm sorry for getting a bit mad." he looked at his guitar still. "listen, maybe you're right, you did have quite a large bumb on your head, well, and swelling and blood and stuff.
BIC: I piped up, "Did you come in here to state the obvious, otherwise you best be going, Lennon." I said in a harsh tone and turned to face the wall, and hopefully rest, without people misunderstanding me. AGAIN. I sat there waiting for him to go away. I stayed like I was. I groaned quietly in pain, trying to make sure he couldn't hear. He...