He didn’t introduce himself or ask my name. He glanced over, “You got a rig?” was all he said. I thought he was asking if I had a syringe for dope, that’s what we called it amongst us drug-shooting freak-outs, and I replied, “No.” He shot me a disappointed look, pointing to an old Ampeg amp in the corner. I belatedly realized what he was talking about and said, “Oh, an amp! Yeah I got one in the car!” Man, were my reference points in life askew or what.
