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             Last night I guest-hosted an open-mic night in Brooklyn, NY (my adopted home) and, as required, planned to do my best to make all the comedians and poets and musicians feel welcome and at ease.

            HOWEVER, upon entering the club, the first thing to meet my eyes was some huge white oaf in L@ker blue and yellow with the words “Los Angeles” across his chest (in that smarmy font of theirs).

            I followed my gut reaction and walked right back out the door. I almost went home to put on my weathered RW#30 jersey. But I collected myself, went back in, got a beer, greeted all the other performers there but stayed well clear of the L@ker fan.

            I might have been scowling at him, I don’t know, but I was giving out some really bad vibes for sure. I and even tried consciously to stop. I was like: OK, self, this is silly. This is a true real prejudice against this guy because of the T-shirt he is wearing. Silly. Knock it off.

            When it came time for the guy and his friends to perform (hand-drummer, no joke) I was very rude and curt to them, even when trying not to be.

            They had some sorta lame songs, bla bla bla, but then started doing these great Crosby-Still-Nash covers with the three-part harmony, and I cooled out, accepted that some people have been bad in a previous lifetime and are now doomed to L@ker fandome, and there is nothing I can do about it but accept them, pity them, and treat them as a misguided but well-meaning person.

I am a bigot. God I hope Barak Obama isn’t a L@ker fan. I really want to vote for him.

Oh, and Fye is having ankle surgery.