A simple country boy from the Texas Panhandle (Amarillo by mornin'... everybody sing along!). Too many years ago I made my way to Austin, only to have my lofty dreams dashed and shattered as only the big cruel city can do. And yet I've persevered. Call it guts, call it stamina, call it stupidity or just call it quits, I'm still searching for the American dream (which I'm increasingly afraid lies in some other country entirely!) Please join me in my search . . . we'll start right here in Austin, maybe around Red River Street . . . and we'll stop in at Beerland for a LoneStar . . . and then we'll mosey over to Elysium for another . . . then Side Bar and Emo's and Casino . . . hey, let's head over to the Continental and have another . . . look, it's Trophy's, we can stop there, too . . . and then "BAM!!!!" it strikes me: I am living the American dream! So, bartender, let's get some Jim Beam to go with these damn LoneStars and dream on!
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My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Belladonna . . . Bridget the Midget . . . and, of course, the lovely and talented Ginger Lynn . . . (is there a pattern here?)
