Bob Dylan woke up confused. As far as he was concerned, this was the day he was playing SBC Bricktown Ballpark in Oklahoma City, USA. He was sure that he'd fallen asleep in a sparse Oklahoma hotel room last night, but he had woke up to find himself in a strange apartment, someone else's home, surrounded by thousands of records and even more bizarrely by several posters of himself. had he scored last night with some over-enthusiastic but incredibly pert 20 year old groupie? Surely he would remember that. Being on the so-called Neverending tour, some events did tend to merge into each other, but surely not to this degree. Then he noticed he was wearing someone else's underwear- at least he'd never seen it before. Something wasn't right.
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