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I used to work in a nightclub 4 nights a week. Saw some sights, you’ve all been to one. One time at the bar I saw a girl react in the way a rightly horrified member of society would if someone had grabbed their ass. I saw the leering perp behind having a … Continue reading
I first met Henry in Homestead studios in Randalstown. It’s gone now, some rotten prospectors took a great big shit on the only piece of heritage that place had left. Ian Fleming lived nearby, once, and some locals love to lay claim to the ancestors of John Wayne. But, they all left. I had written … Continue reading
Junior Johnson 