Some days it's a struggle to write this (and don't even come at me with 'you should try reading it!') but other days, like today, it sort of writes itself.
John and Yoko were right: Give Peas a Chance.
Though in this case, they didn't have much of one at all.
-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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