Monday, May 8, 2017

Well, I Never

From Pythagoras to Little Richard, it's a long, winding pathway. Those crooks killed the music business, they didn't kill music.

Some of my most precious memories come from a quarter mile asphalt track and the smell of methanol, brake dust, cigar smoke and roasted peanuts. Go to hell, NASCAR.

Don't get me started on the military industrial complex.

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