You know, I'm constantly amazed -- one might even say, hornswaggled -- by the cornucopia of nostalgic relics and miscellaneous tidbits of one's former life to be found at the back of a seldom-opened drawer, or a hard-to-remember-what-the-fuck-this-is shoebox, or the mysteriously dank linen cabinet that nobody ever opens anymore ... for instance, a 16-year-old ticket stub that represents something that, well, just made sense. To us, at least.
So, Lee, hang in -- everybody's (ahem) rooting for you. Hardy har.
Seriously ...
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You have inspired me to go through my ticket stubs now. I have a about a hundred or so that made it; going all the way back to the 70's.
I wish I had more pictures from shows. I have a bunch from the first couple years I was in Cali but after that it was all a bit out of focus anyway...
Besides, camera's got in the way of dancin'!
The CD by the way is Awesome! Your sis reminds me of Donna Jean and Grace Slick. I like very much! Still listening.
Going under the knife Friday
Feels like a Vermiciuos Knid is living in my mouth. ;-0
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