Sunshine, wake the phuck up, damnit. It's yesterday here and you're slacking. There's a bar in Newark, Delaware, home of the Blue Hens, called the Deer Park. Great bar, old building, tin ceilings, Edgar Allen Poe lived upstairs in the day. Three bars downstairs, one is called the "Towney Bar," lol, looks like a NASCAR race track. Was in there one rainy Saturday with my new found enginete, I worked for Dupont in those early days, and in walks George Thorogood. Turns out he's from Newark and I'm a fan. Sits down with us and we knock back a whole bottle of I-wanna-Killa, lol. (Translation: Tequila) One of the best times of my life. So all will be good my friend, it always works out in the end.
~T~