“Are you jealous?”

Jimi had just finished entertaining (or fooling) an audience of about 20,000 people in Phoenix [sic], Arizona, when I phoned him. ‘Man, that Seattle thing is really something,’ he said. ‘The only keys I expected to see in that town were of the jailhouse. When I was a kid there I often nearly got caught by the cops. I was always gone on wearing hip clothes and the only way to get them was through the back window of a clothing store. I wonder if my old school teacher digs me getting the freedom of Seattle? She was a good looker, but she got me thrown out. I was talking to some chick during the lessons and this teacher got mad. I said: ‘What’s the matter, are you jealous?’ That’s the last time I saw her.' Continued here.