I dodged my way down Lawrence at around 10:15 tonight. Wending my way to I-90, I listened to the smooth, manic sound of the Reverend Horton Heat. Jenny was kind enough to loan me some of her awesome CD's. I explained that I was particularly craving some surf music and psychobilly, and she handed the discs to me with coy smile on her face. I jumped
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