Il Duce

Disclosure: Let me state that I am not a fan of this individual in any way shape or form.

Okay, on with the story. My cousin Ryan works as a jazz guitarist playing gigs all over Center City with various musicians. One evening last month, he was playing with Marco who decided to let Ryan have a solo while he stepped out to have a smoke. Marco is relaxing and looking up at the night sky when all of a sudden he hears, "Hey man, can a bum a smoke off ya?" He looks over and it was Danny Bonaduce. Apparently Bonaduce does a talk show for a local radio station and lives near the bar where Ryan and Marco were performing. As Marco was reaching in his pocket to give Bonaduce a cigarette a thought entered his head. He paused and withheld the cigarette and said, "If you want this smoke, you gotta stick your head in the door and tell my buddy Ryan playing the guitar 'hey'." (Hey, you wanna dance, you gotta pay the band, right?) So Ryan's in the middle of playing Corcovado when out of no where, the door beside him swings open and Danny Bonaduce looks in and says, "Hey, Rye, what's up?" and then disappears back into the night.