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So
at this point I guess I'm basically just a quack. And like the scene in the movie that replays itself I keep drinking too much coffee for my own good. I keep seeing the disc approaching me where the steaming night meets the desert sea, and where I continue trying to hide from reality. There was something good to be said for such memories but after so many silent retellings a counter bum can only ask for another refill.
"...heck, any old american V-8 or straight-6 could run on two cylinders if they were the right two cylinders..." anon? Hmm. Maybe. Maybe not. But the main concern is to put up the stories. I wrote 'em so why not? Even though
Geena O'Lamungh nagged and nagged at me to do this, it was MY FUCKIN'
IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! I was gonna do this anyway! No, these aren't
tour storiesyou'll find them elsewhere. "When I was just a kid back in the early 60s, I lived in the Crenshaw District of Los Angeles. One of my Crenshaw neighbors was Mr. Ray Charles himself. He lived around the corner from me and my family." And
Then..... Yeah, I sold
a buncha stuff but this is old news now. Thoughts
on Record Collecting So
far these are the only entries but more will follow soon.
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