I don't normally like watching people publicly melt down, but when you come out with choice statements like "bi-winning" and "Can't is the cancer of happen," oh yeah, one has to cock their ear.
There is something really cathartic about someone owning their own melt down and just letting it fly.
And when someone actually says, "The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards – all of them – look like droopy-eyed, armless children," you know you are witnessing an epic moment, like the fall of the Egyptian government, Tunisa, Libya. You suspect his statement is true, except his epic adventures were stripped of any dignity of seduction and instead greased with porn star lube and buoyant silicone head rests.
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