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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