The sun wasn’t up when we loaded into Jody’s Cordoba. My motorcycle was hitched to the back bumper, riding on a fifty dollar trailer made from angle iron and the rear axle […]
173. Telling Myself It’s Not As Hard, Hard, Hard As It Seems
Deep Cuts: Eighties Songs I Was too Cool to Like (But I Really Did)
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
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