Army of the Ozone Skip

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...

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Me

to Alan over two years ago:

"Dude, if I don't get another second of face time with her ever, I will always cherish that 15-20 minute walk around the block."

Call him.

Ask him.

I don't care if you're a model or if you live in a shack or a mansion.

I just know...being with you?

Gonna be fun as hell...

Army of the Ozone Skip

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Me

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