So I grew up in
Texas. It's not so easy being a Texican when you were born in Ohio. After
a sizable donation of good Yankee blood I was finally accepted. They
liked my "Yankee ingenuity", I made spit ball shooters from Bic pens and
spear guns from spring pens, I fixed their bicycles.........After High
School I returned north, NYC. I had some idea I could be the next Bob
Dylan...Bad timing, punk rock and heavy metal...I just liked the words and
clever ways to say them...Anyway a little more blood, not so much, more
pushing and shoving, and sweat and tears....being a Southern boy and of
course a racist and redneck ? Jeez, seems like you can't get a
break....after all these years I found out that I'm no Bob Dylan, but I
hope you'll like my songs....JR
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