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Ah, you all know the drill by now, right? Boots up on the table, guitar in his lap, whiskey close at hand.
Epimetheus is picking out "Down On the Corner," but his heart's not quite in it. His thoughts are a million miles away -- or maybe, more accurately, a few thousand league deep.
Epimetheus is picking out "Down On the Corner," but his heart's not quite in it. His thoughts are a million miles away -- or maybe, more accurately, a few thousand league deep.