Someone wants to kill Guy Raz and it is not Jar E. I really don’t understand. John Boy and Billy, I get. The few times I wander over to commercial radio in the morning, I get totally baffled as to why anyone would want to hear that right when they wake up. Pretty much any time of day sucks for hearing that, but especially first thing.
Delilah, on the other hand, is not someone I would be looking to shoot, but she could drive me to commit seppuku. Actually, I came pretty darn close to that as I drove my 1982 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supream Brougham around Percy Warner Park all wasted on champagne and listening to WSIX play love songs. Why didn’t anyone want to ride with ME?
Probably because Percy Warner Park is no place to go in all alone at night. The kind of person who listens to Guy Raz probably knows better than to drive drunk in a city park. Most listeners get that anyway. Some listeners get a homicidal compulsion. Just goes to show that you can say whatever you want to say, but people are going to hear what they want to hear.