In spite of wrecking our truck (that’s 3), losing our apt, and burning out two pets, eight roommates, and two partners, we made it to our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!
You’re parents should have warned you, but didn’t. They quit smoking, took up jogging, and observe with sublime satisfaction how their stool now floats.
If you’ve lived any kind of “rock ‘n roll” lifestyle, most of what you see onstage is a beginner’s demonstration of kinky, quirky, oh-so deviant behavior.
It’s an ant, alright. I can see it. Its legs tickle my palm. There is a break in song and I can hear it: The tiny wings, erect, rustle against each other.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be nice to have a Japanese import disc of Dario Argento’s classic Deep Red?!” Sure, but not when I found out it would cost me $1,000!! Yikes!!
All the violence and action anyone could hope for. The story flow with violent action, then flashes backs to the quiet, loving times he shared with Shelly.