After being translated into French, back into English, into Portugese, and back again into English: “For effleure external of the adventure, I will admit…”
In two years, barring a nuclear flare-up of the kind said to have destroyed the humans in Planet of the Apes, all of us will leave the 20th century behind.
This column is devoted to cheap record buys. I figured I’d inflict my garage sale and thrift store vinyl buys on you folk by reviewing the best of the bunch.
The rumors are true (except for the part about the goldfish, fur-lined gloves, bowling shoes, and a device known as “The Helmet”): Lollipop is going quarterly.
I stare idly out the passenger window, at a barefoot, grinning, dancing fool of vaguely Rastafarian extraction, whose chest is slick with so many days’ toil.