It’s that time of year again, and what a year, in this big, stupid, messy, angry, sad, mean, flailing, glorious country, where we sometimes even try.
It’s that time of year again, and what a year, in this big, stupid, messy, angry, sad, mean, flailing, glorious country, where we sometimes even try.
Yeah, I’m an inconstant bum, but still. . .
Well, it’s actually the fifth—I missed the date by 29 minutes—but no reason to let the clock get in the way of John Doe, Exene, and the gang: