I was supposed to meet a friend of mine at a gas station and we would head to Riverport Amphitheater & buy tickets & see the show.  For some reason he couldn't make it but he couldn't find me to tell me and when I got to the gas station I figured he had gotten pissed off and left because I was late.  So I set out for Riverport by myself and smoked a fatty on the way. Upon arriving in the parking lot, my stoned ass locked my keys in my car and upon realizing this, I immediately was out of the mood to see the show 'cause I didn't want to be hasselling with this problem after the show at 11:00 in the evening so I just wandered the parking lot a while, and I could hear Los Lobos blasting out a rocking "Evangeline".  At one point I noticed a car parked in a primo parking spot with a license plate that read WRF RAT.  Several months prior, I had applied for that same plate, as I had just completed a stint in rehab for my alcoholism  and considered myself a bonafide wharf rat.  I was totally astonished when I learned from the license bureau that somebody in Missouri already had that plate.  I encountered a few interesting folks in the lot that day, before phoning my wife to come to the Riverport parking lot with a key to my car.

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