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...
Monday, October 15, 2018
If
I could turn it off?
Or slow it down?
With chemicals or otherwise?
I just wouldn't be me.
So I just can't.
So in the mean time?
I'll just continue to sit here and wait for them to come cart me away I suppose.
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