By Jimmy “Hambone” Hamilton 
This is definitely not the story I intended to write. I had the other one more or less worked out in my head. Marcus Words our friend and favorite contestant would come bounding from the audition room, golden ticket in hand. High fives all around. Then we’d adjourn to the nearest watering hole for some frosty beverages while Marcus gave us his perceptions on Simon, Randy, Paula, and the whole operation. Unfortunately, that’s not the way it went down. For those just joining, let’s back up a bit. I wrote a story a few issues back about Hammerjacks, one of our favorite downtown spots for music and libation. I mentioned the talented Mr. Words who plays there Thursday nights and suggested he would do great on American Idol. For the next few weeks people kept telling him he should go to the
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phone, I’d have accused you of being over-served. But danged if it didn’t happen just the other day.