no one knows what it’s like…

Yeah, isn’t that what the kids always say? That’s what I used to say.

(warning: rambling shit ahead)

First off, how are you? I’m fine, thanks for asking.

(I changed my sidebars from pink to red, btw.)

I’m sitting here sipping some wine and listening to the Who. These were my V-day gifts from my lovely bride. Wine because, well, she knows I like it almost as much as coffee. And the Who?

Lemme tell you about the who. Way back when we were younger (about the time some of you were starting grade school, apparently) my wife and I weren’t married yet, but we like to, um, fuck like rabbits.

(and if you’re as old as I am, you can remember back before ClearChannel and the FCC got all anal and the Who would sing “who the fuck are you?” instead of whatever they’ve changed it to now, but that’s a different rant)

Anyway, I had a roomy and spacious Datsun 210 with a tape deck, and we had a tape of the Who and would put it on auto repeat (quit laughing, nobody had heard of a CD back then) and get busy. To this day I cannot hear a song by the Who without thinking about those summer nights.

and Daddy never sleeps at night…

But that’s not why I’m writing right now.
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