So there, I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. But sure enough, we got the M&Ms, Ozzy went on stage and played a great show.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Old man hunger.
Music:
Just ask.
Movies:
Television:
¡AAAAAYYE DECISIONES! ¡AAAAAYYE DECISIONES! Curb Your Enthusiasm
Books:
bukowski. guevara de la serna. orwell. king. stephen king.
