A Birthday Wish
So anys-way, it’s my birthday, boyee. Which means that I have officially overcome the J/27 curse. And I got everything I asked for, like delicious blueberry pancakes and a portable record player, and some other things I didn’t ask for.
R.I.P. O.D.B., Dirt McGirt, Big Baby Jesus. You were truly an American original.
Speaking of icons recently struck down, what I really want for my birthday is for our newly elected president to take Friedman’s advice for once and use this opportunity to get down to the business of peace. Or is negotiation and compromise too much of a Bill Clinton thing? Sharon may actually be on his way to Shanghai with his Dick Nixon mask on—and somebody better be there (Colin...Colin...anyone?) to keep all hell from breaking loose.
N/P: Kill Creek – Proving Winter Cruel,
Incredible String Band – s/t
R.I.P. O.D.B., Dirt McGirt, Big Baby Jesus. You were truly an American original.
Speaking of icons recently struck down, what I really want for my birthday is for our newly elected president to take Friedman’s advice for once and use this opportunity to get down to the business of peace. Or is negotiation and compromise too much of a Bill Clinton thing? Sharon may actually be on his way to Shanghai with his Dick Nixon mask on—and somebody better be there (Colin...Colin...anyone?) to keep all hell from breaking loose.
N/P: Kill Creek – Proving Winter Cruel,
Incredible String Band – s/t
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