WE’VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY. FROM A #letterday IN THE BLACK SEPTEMBER OF 2014, TO MY GOOD FRIEND THE REVEREND.
The Bard of Bettie Naylor
Royal Blue Grocery
Hippie Town, USA
Reverend J.S.Woolery
Between Trouble&The Blues
San Marcos, TX
9/7/14 2:40 PM
if the blues don’t kill me, boys I’ll never die
-Steve James
Sir-
We will live to see stranger things than our own mortality. The worst horrors and petty piss-ons of life are just a drop in the cup compared to our blues. But our blues has made us strong, if not resourceful.
They play the worst music here at Royal Blue but it’s my office away from home so whaddiyagonnado?
Kids today don’t understand that this music sucked when it was popular, when we were young men and believed in things like love and strength. Adam Ant and the Cure, Destiny’s Child-this was the shit blasting out the winners’ sports cars as we brazenly and bitterly stuck our head into the wind on the dirty streets of…
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