Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
How...
How do I know you are who I think you to be? You could be anyone that's shared out their username and password, sharing accounts, just like e-mails with "Tina"...playing with my heart all over agian...kind of like the boy that cried wolf...How do I know you're Lucy?...Oh be still my beating heart...
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