As I start seeing 40 dead ahead, I sometimes wonder if my life was more cursed by Rock ‘n’ Roll than saved: that the life-long commitment to bohemianism that it instilled in me in a early, tender age has made things more difficult for me in the long run. And, every time I hit the wall during that long run, something like this comes along and saves me once again.
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