In 1994, the [Rolling] Stones came to Atlanta. They were on their Voodoo Lounge tour; I was working as a registered nurse for a local urologist.
A day before the band's first concert, I arrived at work a day to find an extremely excited receptionist. It seemed that Mick Jagger was experiencing some difficulties, and had been in before office hours for a special consultation with the doc. ...
There in the lab, neatly labeled M. Jagger, were three containers of urine. We really only needed one, the others were backup. This was not an opportunity I could resist.
And if you think you know where this is going... you probably do.
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