Hey, handlin' the mic's rocked my world. I never had such a euphoric and spiritual experience than when I was handing the mic to Bro Hypocrate and Sis Judge. Sometimes I would dry my tears of Godly joy on my square knit tie.
I remember that after I handled my "privilege", I was so anxious to go door to door and share the kingdom news with all who listened ( even though they could give a shit).
All the young ladies were "interested" when you were handling the mics. Ahhh yess. The prestige, the manliness. ( I just know those sistas where looking at my butt). When I was "handling"
the mics, I was the microphone MAN ! Remember the theme to " Saturday Night Fever" ......'AYYY Ayyyyyy AYY Ayyy Stayin' alive Stayin' alive' ......that is the music that served as the soundtrack in my mind as I handled this blessed "privilege".