Being a part of Monsignor Bonner's Jazz Band was almost always a hoot. There were only a few of us but we were all kinda odd ducks so we generally always got along and had some good laughs.
2000, a year shy of the famous Odyssey.
One day, we were waiting for our director to show up to begin rehearsal. Rather than take initiative and practice ourselves, we tried to find something fun to do.
Joseph Gribbons was a tall guy with red hair that played keyboards, guitar, and bass, as needed for the band. He was smart and knew a whole lot about music. So, Bochanski and I were talking and waiting while Gribbons was rifling through our director's desk. He walked up to us and handed Bochanski a hall pass he filled out.
Matthew Bochanski was to report to J(ustice) U(nder) G(od) immediately, as per the orders of Mr. Urethra.
Ah, good times. Though ... we never did use those passes to actually get out of class.
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