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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • September 14, 2012 11:37 pm

            Miami Vice  - 1985 - Cry - Godley & Creme

            I thought this was the most awesome thing in the world when I was 13. Ted Nugent as an evil drug smuggler and Don Johnson. I even put together my own Don Johnson Miami Vice look and tried it out at the middle school dance. I had the knock off Ray-Bans that I stole. White dress slacks, a terrible bright Hawaiian shirt with a looser fitting white shirt over the top to act as a kinda suit coat. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but goddammit I was trying. I slow danced with a girl to Purple Rain. I was ridiculous, but I was in the game.