As Robert Palmer sang in another lifetime, some guys have all the luck (and if not technically all, then most of it). And if you are one of those who has nothing but bad luck, it might be because of this guy hogging it all.
Although after reading this story, I confess that I don't see Dylan as hogging all the good fortune so much as needing every bit of it or he wouldn't be here now to tell us about his adventures.
To be honest, if I were he, I'd stay in bed under the covers all day every day until, with my luck, the house fell on me. I'm lucky that way.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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