Alex Gone Wild

I was inspired to recount one of my favorite stories, so I'll post it here: On layover in IAH on the way to a Ross King gig in PA, (where he's huge, apparently) I struck up a conversation with a nice gentlemen who was returning from Spring break (all 6 weeks of it). He was working for the fine establishment called "Girls gone wild" and in the course of conversation asked me what I did. I responded with "I play guitar and bass for a contemporary Christian artist...you probably heard of him: Ross King" (I added the last part) As we were parting ways, he said, "well (with loads of akward silence), do you want a hat?" I left with hat in hand and my self-esteem intact, sans nudity.