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I Am Skooter
So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Saxophones started blowing me down  / I was buried in sound / Taxicabs were driving me around
— Wilco, Handshake Drugs
November 28, 2005
One, two, three strikes you’re out…

Gentlemen (and I use the term loosely to describe both of them) — let the games begin.

Posted by skooter at 10:31 PM This entry is filed under Politics.

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