|It's not your fault, Billy. It's not your fault.|
Holy shit, I was shocked to google it and see it still exists. And yes, I am now listening to it. Sorry Frank and John.
I'm kinda giddy. It's like running into a childhood friend and finding out that they didn't grow up to become an asshole. It's a salve on my mourning soul.
Whatever the hell I was planning on writing about is gone now. I am sitting back in my chair listening to the 80s come alive. Big hair, Jelly shoes, a bazillion bracelets, sweaters with the necks cut out draped over the shoulder, crimping iron... those were the best of times.
I can't even function anymore, so... here...