A Guy Who Knows

Small Town Newspaper Man Gone Bad.

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Grasping at Straws

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Richard Pryor photographed by Michael Ochs | 1976

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Wendy's Creepy Antique Store Find

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hmmm

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And Today's Headline...Flip Flops

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Summer Jobs

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Fireworks and Pitchforks

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Battle Scars Of Our Youth

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They've hit the bottom.

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Odell’s ipa and On the Road

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[jujibelle]

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Juggle

It’s like I’m there man, behind the counter.  The people.  Old fucking man after old fucking man.  Every one of them is accompanied by an old fucking woman.  Transistor radios strapped to their ears.  Orange radios, bright orange.  Antennas standing up pulling in the waves.  “Didja get that boy? A cheesie sandwich and some of that ice cream.”  What?  What the fuck kind of thing is that to say to me?  I’m here man, in the present.  Trying to cope and dodge this rainbow and you’re there on the other side of the island with an old woman next to you and an orange transistor radio strapped to your ear. And you’re talking to me.  Asking me things.  Oh Man.  Like I’m HERE man.  In the present.

The old man who owns the place marches in like an angry drill sergeant.  He’s got one of those comic book crew cuts and his chin his made of rock.  Like the kind hey carved Geronimo from.  His eyes were cut out from the war but he is trained to see with his brains.  He’s invincible.  He’s a mean fucker.  Bad ass.  “YOU fucker” he screams, “Don’t you know how to juggle?”

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Ann-Margret in Bye bye birdie directed by George Sidney, 1963

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