horror. My God, what have I done? I’m a
monster! These sweet, big-hearted,
sandal-wearing people just handed me a
coffee can full of money that they spent
an entire year collecting for this festival,
and I’m the lying fathead who’s gonna
blow it.
I thought about turning myself in, but,
unwilling to turn down a good party,
went for it instead and wound up
working harder for them than I had ever
worked in my life. I decided that I’d rise
to the occasion, that I would do
whatever it took to make this the best
damn festival that that Polish beer
garden had ever seen, and I pulled if off
with flying colors if I do say so myself.