I was bullshitting with the boys when the Stones did their performance so I did not pay much attention to what was going on in Rock City. Everybody I was with agreed it was a better show than Paul MacCartney's last year.
The Rolling Stones were a big part of my radio youth. "Jumpin' Jack Flash" and "Brown Sugar" could be heard from many a transistor radio in my elementary school playground at recess and lunch time. Aside from Richard's, Wyman's and Wood's solo projects I have not paid them much attention since the Clash sang, "No Elvis, Beatles or the Rolling Stones in 1977!"
At work today I found myself humming along to "Start Me Up" however. I guess the old motherfuckers and their crack medical staff must have some life in them yet.
One of the boys watching the game was down from the Alberta oil sands. He said, "You think Dope City is swimming in drugs? You should take a trip up north. The pipeline of coke flowing up there is every bit as busy as the gas pipelines heading south." Then he leaned over the coffee table and snorted up a rail big enough to kill a horse.
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