Well, I remember Sir Winston Ono. Died a nasty, bloody death in a hail of bullets. They scraped what was left off the floor and dumped him into a po-lice car. Every Dec. 8th I celebrate the bloodfest. Thoughts and memories.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm one of them there millionaires, bucko, and I could buy anything I wanted..." - S.H. 10/22/16