Today I’ve raised the skull and crossbones (joining the devious team) and am going to steal a car, drive out to the Nevada Desert on half a tank of tequila, have a vision quest and head down the Coast and shack up with a sultry voiced poetic Latina hottie shamaness who has a bent for vacuum tube reverb and beat lyric.
. . . or so they say
don’t believe everything you read . . . except this