My best friend and I hung around in out college days with a less than sympathetic type. I wouldn't remotely know where to start with that guy and his list of teenage crimes. Not a sympathetic sort. Let's put it that way.
But he had a car. And when you're a teenager you're nothing if not opportunistic.Cerainly my best friend and I were We should be slightly ashamed of ourselves but of course we're not.
We all loved Talking Heads. How could you not. The less than sympathetic type drove us up to London one Friday night lto one of the Scalas famous all night bills. He feel asleep in the seat between us. Woke up in the middle of Stop Making Sense and told us that it had stopped making sense. Oh how we laughed. The fim and album are of course wondrous in every way.
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