Jonny D and the Stowaway

It’s always wise to check the back of your car after finishing a gig. Late one night, I started packing my car after a particular show. I was very careful loading my guitar and amp to avoid damaging them, and I threw a blanket over everything so I wouldn’t get busted by the Gov-Fed cops on the way home.

After completing that task, I returned to the band to bid them farewell, then sped off into the night.

Not long into my journey, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly crashed the car in fright as a hand grabbed me tightly. I hurriedly turned around to see a woman staring back at me.

“Hello,” she said. “Are you Billy Asbo, the guitarist?”

Without meaning to offend, I politely informed her that I was not.

“Oh!” she replied, sounding disappointed.

“You needn’t worry,” I said. “I know where he lives.”

With the situation clarified, I then drove across the city to drop her off at Billy’s flat. After all, it’s best not to disappoint your fans.