Life is sometimes about slowing down and torturing people though.
I can remember the wonderful directions that my wife would give
people, in order to get them lost.
BTW + for the sig. I was just listening to that a couple of days ago.
*checks to make sure hand is clean, shakes hands with calandale, checks to see if hand is still clean*
There aren't many of us, anymore. They are one of the very few bands, I have interest in, which I was never able to know. I "bounced off" of New York's music industry, every time I tried to get in.
I used to give great directions, to the tourists, where I used to live. They want scenic and they got it! I do remember burying my Maglite in the windshield of one that ran me off the road, one time, though. That was more of a fluke.
