When Johnny was quite young he met a charismatic man in a roadhouse bar who
explained that the trick about being shot was just to walk it off. The mild
physical action will stimulate the clotting to occur in the capillaries
rather than the veins and arteries, greatly limiting the overall physical
damage. The guy was lying, not even very well really, but Johnny didn't
notice. Johnny never did receive any gunshots in the end, so everything
worked out. The real trick to surviving bullet wounds is to be an actor in
a movie or a patient in a hospital at the time.

The charismatic man had spent the earlier part of that evening listening to
his four Blondie albums in his apartment. He had gotten rid of all his
other albums (he'd had a total of about two dozen) a month earlier. Only
listening to Blondie could leave him filled with enough charisma to head
out for a night of casual lying.

Years later Johnny would share a townhouse with a man who's brother dated,
for a time, a woman who was a close personal friend of Deborah Harry.
Johnny's roommate's brother once attended an Easter egg hunt at Ms. Harry's
apartment. But given that Johnny didn't even know of the charismatic man's
fondness for Blondie, and not even I could guess whether that fondness had
lasted through the intervening years, I am hard pressed to find any
synchronicity, let alone meaning, in this connection.

["Blondie's Synchronicity Album" February 21, 1999]
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