The Blackeyed Snakes and Kid Dakota at the Hi-Tone. And now I have to be gone before a house falls on me. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can please put a filter on my television that prevents it from airing the roughly 4 million Mississippi gubernatorial race political commercials that air each hour, I feel sure I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this joint and go to the library to rent the book, How and When to Throw a Rotten Tomato at the Attorney General. And the FBI has my permission to know about it.
— T.S.
