Like any punkrock hog-driving cougar, I was enjoying a Friday afternoon stunt drive. As I stood up in my Amazonian glory and peeled off a 220 bpm riff on my 50-year-old Telecaster at 75 mph, I was overcome by a - what's a punk way to say head rush? Head rush I guess. I knew I was going down so I screamed "If the kids are united, we will never be
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