Orlando, 2009- The Security Guard Incident....
Things were slow on Sunday afternoon, so Lee and I decided to go sharking in the parking lot and see if any old ladies were walking into the show with their ex- husbands '54 Strat. We figured if you can't get the guitars to Mohamed, take Mohamed to the guitars, right? Anyway, we were stalking an old man carrying two near- mint Cali girl cases when all of a sudden, this guy jumps out from behind a Ford Pinto and yells, "Ahhhhh Heee- I gotcha". Man, I screamed like a 12- year old girl at a biker rally and jumped into Lee's arms for here, live and in person was the dreaded and extremely feared Morty Kung Fooey and in his right hand, he held an original manuscript of the Hong Kong Book of Kung Fu.
We were busted, no doubt about it and when Morty Kung Fooey asked what we were doing out in the parking lot, I just pointed at Lee and stuttered, "He did it". Morty Kung Fooey's eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at Lee and then, he quietly flipped to the chapter of that hallowed book where it tells you how to defeat a giant on the field of battle. He then placed the book into his back pocket and before I could blink, jumped as high as he could and performed the Spinning Rooster Kick to Lee's right shin. Dropped him like a bag of horseshoes and as the big man was laying on the asphalt, holding his leg and hollering, Morty Kung Fooey walked over to him, leaned down close to his ear and said, "Tall man not so tall anymore. Take narrow behind back inside and get in booth". I was howling by this time, so I walked over to Lee, gave him a good kick in the ribs for getting me into trouble and said, "Yeah, what he said" and went back inside with the Kung Fu Master. To get his revenge, Lee limped around the show for the rest of the day and feigning severe pain and injury, made me load the van by myself at load- out.