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Dani Sandal's 97%

Dani Sandal's freakin awesome tale 97%. Listening now and it is mighty mighty good!!

The failures of pops. Jesus/God. Daughter/father. Pre-detox love. 3% unsure.

"The secrets are still buried deep by bull’s ass. But we rocked out and flayed asphalt. Thin Lizzy. There is no band worth a nickel, my pop believes, who hasn’t had a member OD."


"I gas it and drive around the block for awhile with the radio fritzing out to Johnny Cash, Ring of Fire -- Down, down, down."

  "Pop doesn't have any fashion sense when it comes to women's attire. I'd gotten dolled up to see him off: My best black mini. Disco-dish. I even rolled my hair the night before. It was big."

"Ground steak, chuck steak, cube steak and Moon-Pies. Rent's paid up for the month.”




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