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I think you were helping people be alive and normal. Being realistic and based doesn't mean you can't have fun and it doesn't mean you can't party and it doesn't mean you can't get weird and it doesn't mean you can't accept people who are different than you. Thats the whole point - to judge someone based on their character.
The problem was when they couldn't turn us into zombies anymore they turned all the youngish ones on the internet into identity politics nazis. They turned our kids against us. And we let em.
Thanks.
And I do believe I was firmly out of business well before shit got anywhere near as stupid as it is now. And we booked a show at the Whiskey a Gogo to pay for repairs for my wife's Cadillac hearse. Nothing like throwing benefit show for yourself, and seeing is succeed magnificently!
I got that car running like a champ. What a great car. Cadillac forgot how to make cars after the 60s, but boy did they know how to make 'em then! That thing was like being on a comfy couch going 100mph down the highway. Sad how it ended, but that's WAY another story... but it DID make me loathe "brown pride" more than I might have otherwise. [that got tagged on it parked in the shitty part of LA we were in well after this point of time. But that period of time still stands out as an exceptional failure in our collected memory, for a myriad of reasons].
I lost my '66 Corvair Corsa around the same time at that same place. And that thing was epic. I had even tuned all four of it's carburrettors quite nicely... but stopping for old ladies in a crosswalk was a death sentence for such a machine in that time and place. And yet, I digress once again!
My grandfather is a Cadillac man. He hasn't riven anything else since he got his first car at 17 when he joined the air force. They suck now but even still they know how to make their pile of trash cars ultimately comfortable.
I miss old cars with no bells and whistles and bullshit just a motor nd a steering wheel and straight human connection to the road. Thats why I prefer motorcycles. They still have that feeling cars have lost.
I have not ridden a motorcycle since my last crash. Well, not one of my own. Man, I miss it A LOT! That was before y2k. Fuck. Life did end then. Thanks, mayan calendar!
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