Finally managed to break free of the Fortress of Solitude today. My friend Tami braved the ice to snag me for a journey to Powells. First time I had ever been there, and I never wanted to leave. That store is bigger than my college library. Picked up vol.2 of Bukowski's letters, a Japanese cookbook, and a 1959 printing of Kerouac's The Subterraneans. I have no idea what that was doing priced at 25 bones, as it is in great shape. I realize that it's the first mass printing, not a first or second edition, but as a bona fide fan, I'm proud to own it.
Why, oh why, is my jug of burgundy not getting me trashed?
Why, oh why, is my jug of burgundy not getting me trashed?
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All my friends said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
But the joke was on me when there was nobody left to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough"
Name the song and artist and get a prize. Album and year gets a bonussssss
Actually, she's at her parents' house just north of portland, so she's in your neck o' the woods!