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It could be that I'm just overly emotional tonight. Still haven't gotten an approval for the MRI for the kid's brain cloud, and her therapist (the one she loves) isn't on my insurance plan, so when I advised the kid she needed to get someone new, there was much weeping and turmoil. So I'm feeling quite drained. But I don't think it quite explains my conviction that the Johnny Cash album, "CASH" is the greatest goddammed album in the history of music. There. I've said it. As a young child, I was forced to listen to a lot of "Okie-Stomp" music on my father's side of the family. They lurved Johnny Cash. Frankly, he scared me. He had a mean mouth and an ugly voice. I'm quite sure I had nightmares about Johnny Cash. But I'm here to tell you, when I put on that song, "Hurt" - and he starts in with that old-man vibrato... Fuck me, I see God. Yeah. It's probably all the emotional stuff. |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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