It Loses Its Flavor and He Gets Down About It

So, I’ve been digging through my old posts and realizing my life was much more interesting a couple years ago.  There were crazy nights of rejection followed by monsoon-drenched sex, late-night outdoor blowjobs underneath the Verrazano, roof parties and stairwell sex, lots of fucking laughs, aaaandd…. a whole bunch of other shit.  You get it.

Turns out I’ve lived a fucking lot.  At least compared to some?

Who cares. What’s it got me? Maybe I’ll super duper SEO those stories and somehow unleash the power of Google, thereby harnessing millions of fresh, unjudging eyeballz, magically get recognized as a literary powermachine and have tons of fame tossed my way.  All the fame.  Anyway.  I was listening to a lot of old Memphis early rock n roll recordings recently for a job and discovered this gem by Johnny Cash:

I’ve tried to get into J Cash in the past, but I can’t ever get much deeper than the hits.  Continue reading It Loses Its Flavor and He Gets Down About It