It’s not uncommon at the YMCA for me to start thrashing on the walking track (but only in the walking lane for safety reasons).
It looks more like a seizure than it used to because I no longer have flowing golden locks:
But watch closely: when I’m at the gym, does it look like I’m thrashing a mullet, or does it look like I’m thrashing braids? It’s a subtle difference, but the second certainly indicates I’m listening to….
Living Colour, “Cult of Personality”
Somehow, I only have two Living Colour CDs: Vivid and The Chair in the Doorway Clearly, something is wrong with me.