Bo Diddley, RIP.
On my 17th birthday I kissed my parents goodnight, closed my bedroom door, pulled on my go go boots and miniskirt, pulled the chain link fire escape ladder from underneath my bed, opened the bathroom window, lowered it down quietly, swung my leg out and over the windowsill, crept down, slowly, through the woods and embankment to the quiet van waiting below, gave it a rolling start, then off to the smoky club to open up for Bo Diddley.Bo Diddley, RIP.
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7/2/08 12:00 PM ,
Dog Gone said...
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Post a CommentBo Diddley rocked & you do look like Brenda, not Cynthia Nixon!
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