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...
a boy gets used to having his dreams crapped upon.
Yup...
To the point where he doesn't even wanna have them anymore...
Thanks for that.
I appreciate it.
Means a lot.
Been trying to have a serious discussion about some things with you in private but you dont seem to want to talk in private so I'll just come here and bleed my heart like always...
like it ever does any good. :-).
2 Turtles
1 Frog1 Crayfish
1 Salamander Tail
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