When the Hammer gently eases me into my life of motherfucking work before my alarm is set to do so, after I have let her out the door, I turn on the radio and listen to the final segments of George Norrie's overnight show. The show has it all: ghosts, UFOs, devils, conspiracies, people who believe the Canucks are going to win the Stanley Cup, all that shit.
Slade got right many years ago. Mama, we're all crazy now.
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