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Eric

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And, back then, my brother had a Rolling Stones R&R Hair!

So,  I almost tried, but Mom fed me this bowl-ON-HEAD Beatle's, ****.

So..

Now there's, upongst my stoop, bad hippies.  And good hippies.

(And this VERY cool punk-rock-scene,  right int the middle!)  (right in the street!) (by the tubes)

And the Skinheads.  Which mostly got me beat-up, BECAUSE MOM GAVE ME A BOWL-ON-MY-HEAD BEATLES HAIRCUT!

 

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He played for Colorado State.  Was a Killer defense.

In Pittsburgh,  with whatever duffle-bags full of drugs he had in his van,

he said he threw all the police over the hill,  and was still mad, so he jumpped down, to fight them some more.

He had been doing this **** since high school.

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Every day, Mike had more duffles full of weed in the barn.

But no one ever went near the barn,  because Mike was getting into BIG mafia fights, dahntahn!

So...

One handfull of weed, would fix us for a week,...

But there were twenty more bags now.

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So.....

Ypu're asleep in the farmhouse,  the wind is blowing, wicked off,  so... 

the curtains, as thick as rugs,  are blowing across the room,, in Feburary,  while you are sleeping.

These windows move up and down, rustily, because they have ropes, and counter-weights,  built-in.

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