And I didn't have to go clear to Garberville for it. It was real close. In Brookings, Oregon! Oh joy!
A really stuffy kine Republican old broad sold it to me with her nose wrinkled in disapproval while I gushed about my hero on lighters. I told her it wasn't the music, really, or the hair that does it for me. It's the love, the unity, the perfection of humanity he stood for that turns me on. Her nose crinkled even more. I said, "Damn I wish he were still alive! I'd make love to him till he couldn't stand up." Just before she it the floor in a dead faint, she said, "You must be from Californiaaaaa...."
[Okay, so I'm exaggerating just a little on that last bit....]
[And goodness bless Floridiot for picking my spirits back off the floor from the fucking presidential debate with this hysterical bit of video!!!!!!]
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