Before you go, you ought to know: the assault weapons ban at the watermelon seed spitting contest has been lifted. It’s up to you to protect your own hide, so stay alert. No lifeguard on duty, and the closest police station is at least an hour and a half away. Look both ways. Avoid traffic graft, because seeds leave scars. Indeed, this is a sort of laidback country affair, so it’s good to keep in mind that most folks aren’t really paying attention to which way and how fast they’re spitting those little things.
We’ve got a few smartphone dummies out here too. They used to call it a media circus. More like a media dud, these days. About 75-80% of the spectators are completely unaware of their surroundings during the grafting procedure: roots onto the legs, gadgets onto the hands.
And that’s how Olivier Di Placido’s guitar got so tangled up: it wasn’t paying enough attention, and Olivier started grafting and slicing and trepanning all over its body during an all-out drunken surgical binge. Remember: this guitar could be you, so look alive out there. Doesn’t hurt to beef up on local customs either.
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