I'm 52 years old. I recently lost my not-exactly high-paying job. Over-weight. Bald. On the positive side, I've only had one heart attack, so I got that going for me.
What am I doing here? Damned if I know. The plan, such as it is, calls for a toxic stew of music (mostly of the Power Pop and Garage variety), beer (mostly of the recently consumed variety) and various comments/rants/whines on whatever strikes me at the moment (mostly of the "who the hell does this guy think HE is?" variety).
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