I once smashed a pool cue through the ceiling while Journey's "Anyway You Want It" was playing. My old car was nicknamed the Vomit Cruiser. I almost met Lou Reed. Two of his roadies brought us back to his tour bus to hang out -- but it was really pathetic. We drank a lot of beer but I didn't get drunk, and, for whatever reason, "Dances With Wolves" was playing on the flatscreen the whole time. After I left, I realized I left my windbreaker in his tour bus. But fuck it, man, life goes on.
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Already met her. The sunrise has nothing on my lady.