21 December 2015
Run Wild, Run Free
On December 23rd the Dope City Free Press will mark a decade in business. Thanks to the good motherfuckers at Google (whoever the fuck they are) my overhead is so low if I were inclined to do so I could, by economically scheduling future posts, keep this enterprise alive long after I have at last lost my mind or expired.
I could not have imagined myself creating something like the DCFP until a very short time before the dark and stormy December day I introduced you all to the Hammer and myself. I had only just begun using a computer - a much less reliable replacement for either a typewriter or a pen. Link Wray, the old rebel motherfucker, had recently died which led me to Ed's "Old Blue Bus" - a better (mostly bluegrass) music blog I have not yet encountered. That is where Mr. Beer N. Hockey got his start - contributing smart ass comments to my mentor after I had a few beer in me.
I do not think I would remember that day if I had not written about it. The wind, the sky, the crashing bough, the park empty except for me and my dog. Later that day I wrote the story now featured in the new Motherfucking Re-Runs section on the sidebar to the right about being a newspaper boy in Sliverville back in the early '70s.
Above all this Free enterprise has been brought to you by the Spirit of 1976. Run wild, run free, motherfuckers. It is the only way to be.