Jim Smith fucken rules the earth. I don’t know him, but when I returned to L.A. from Saint Pancho (that’s San Francisco, dummies) back in…oh was it….2000(?) There was the Smell, taking up where JabberJaw left off. Unfortunately, I had evolved a self-consciousness that made me feel old there when the extra-young kids were around, so I stopped going, and I regret not having the spirit to keep on keeping on for the long-haul, for the sake of permanence and reliability, like he says. I regret not becoming a volunteero. Maybe I still can…. be… need any gray-hairs?
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Jim Smith fucken rules the earth. I don’t know him, but when I returned to L.A. from Saint Pancho (that’s San Francisco, dummies) back in…oh was it….2000(?) There was the Smell, taking up where JabberJaw left off. Unfortunately, I had evolved a self-consciousness that made me feel old there when the extra-young kids were around, so I stopped going, and I regret not having the spirit to keep on keeping on for the long-haul, for the sake of permanence and reliability, like he says. I regret not becoming a volunteero. Maybe I still can…. be… need any gray-hairs?
(Keep it up Jim.)!