NOB HILL--The Artist Russell Adams looked a little upset. "There is someone in Albuquerque who looks just like me," he said, "and now I have been thrown out of the Copper Lounge."
"What?"
"The bartender said, 'You've insulted my help; you've got everybody in here mad!'" I asked her what she was talking about. She shouted, 'Do you smoke a cigar?' I said, 'Sometimes.' She yelled 'Get out!' and pointed with a shaking finger to the door."
"Wow!"
"I tried to tell her that there was somebody else in town that looks exactly like me. It must have been him. I've had this problem before!"
"What'd she say to that?"
"She called for the bouncer and he escorted me outside."
"That's a pretty crummy bar to get thrown out of. Maybe you should go somewhere else."
"I used to go to the Press Club."
"Well..."
"I can't go there either."
"Oh."
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