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, November 5, 2013
Ever...
Ever think that's why I showed up? Why you "bumped into me". To keep you away from round three? Somebody that had been through what you had and understood the pain and the hurt and the suffering and wanted it all to go away as well?
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