Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Where The Hipsters Go To Die

When Cary Grant grew old and died it began to dawn on me that mortality wasn't just for somebody else's grandpa. I haven't used up my quota of fun, love, rock'n'roll. The planet doesn't need me but there are a few critters who do. I have a job, too. Boys and girls, I'm here to remind you to love and love hard. My purpose is to make sure that you remember to enjoy every moment.

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