Ever audition for bands in the philly burbs? Reminded me of a funny story:
Just as my last band was nailing down a set list and ready to book some gigs, our bass player quit. The auditions for a replacement were soul crushingly dreadful. My favorite was the guy who showed up with his groupie-slutted out girlfriend and both of them were zoned out, big time, looked like homeless junkies. When he took off his jean jacket to play, it was painfully clear he was a straight-up heroin junkie by the look of his arms. He could barley put words together & his playing was equally effected. The girlfriend was more coherent & she sat on a pool table that was across the room, making suggestive gestures at him the whole time. He murdered a couple songs then put his bass down. He went over to her & they started basically getting it on.....while we were standing there waiting to finish this mess. We kicked them out & helped him carry his shit out to make sure they didn't hit anyone's car on their way.