Friday, February 25, 2005

I'm A Road Man For The Lords Of Karma

I met Hunter Thompson, appropriately enough, at the Woody Creek Tavern, Summer '93.

"You one of the poets?" he mumbled, and extended his hand. As I went to shake it, he slipped me something.

The butt of a Merit, appropriately enough.

Fuck the Grammy story. This week only, I'm switching to Merits.

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