Monday, October 26, 2009

Sunday Night, Greased Hair and Rolled Sleeves

I'm listening to a fantastic country and rockabilly music show on the only station that comes in at the cabin. It is so bloody good with my cheap beer. This isn't the new showy crap, mind you. It's the stuff that scratches when you roll it. The stuff of catgut, wood and legend. I've heard of the long black veil, the devil, Jesus, and two kinds of Phantoms and now every muscle in my body is burning with desiiii-iii-iii-ire.

Love me.

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