With the
Hard Rock Café now being open in downtown
Minneapolis,
I figure I can make a killing. I’ll take my old
vinyl out
and: 1) Practice signing “Albert Bouchard,” “Ian
Gillan,”
“Derek St. Johns,” and “Dale Peters”; 2) Buy
some album
cover frames at Restoration Hardware; and
3) Drive
out to suburban Bennigan’s, Chile’s, and TGI
Friday’s
franchises and sell my signed, framed albums to
places
that have lost business to the Hard Rock and are
looking to
compete for customers who think rock ‘n’ roll is
something
you look at on the walls while eating cheese
fingers.
Then I’ll
go blow my winnings on drinks in the Entry.
Face.