I was walking down the street on my way a Jazz Bullets game, when an ant farm fell from the sky and hit me in the head. I woke up what I think was a few minutes later with a large goose egg on my head, and ants all over me. From that waking moment on, everything I hear is translated mentally into poetry. As I changed direction to find the nearest hospital to treat the African killer ant bites, a wasp nest landed on my head. I woke up what I think was a few minutes later with a large duck egg on my head, and numerous wasp stingers all over my body, and my wallet gone. From that moment on basketball just made sense to me. As I continued my journey to the hospital, a herd of shrimp fell from the sky and trampled me. When I woke up hours later, it was dark and I had a huge Ostrich egg on my head and shrimp tails all around me. From that moment on I enjoyed music that used brass instruments. Right before I got to the hospital I had to go around a pond. As I was looking at the pond on the way by, The Lady of The Pond, her arm clad in the purist shimmering purple yellow and green held aloft a Jazz ticket from the bosom of the murk, signifying that by 49 years of bad luck that I was to post on Jazzfanz as JazzSpazz, and that is why I am your King.
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