Once upon a time when I was still on High St. in Westerly, there was this creepy guy (we later named him Johnny Black) who would stop in far too often to visit and chat, always getting a little too close for comfort. Hed try to get me to go to his church. Then he tried to get me to go to the movies and I told him my boyfriend wouldnt approve of that. Then he asked me over for some birthday cake and I told him my boyfriend would DEFINITELY not approve of that either. Then he pulled up a chair and sat next to my desk one day and 10 minutes later Patrick came strolling in. It had never been so easy getting him out of there before! On the last day, I just got into the shop...lights still off...and whose feet do I see strolling up to the door? Good oleeee Johnny Black. Holding my door open and asking me if Id like to look through/purchase a cookbook from his church. No, JB! The cops were called, they went to his home, and Johnny Black never came around again. But Patrick Harvey and my brother Anthony Zonfrilli made this little tune, and now it will be in my head for the next 5 days. This is for you Shawn Micheal Northup!
Posted on: Thu, 22 May 2014 01:36:48 +0000
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