Biker Jacket, Je T'aime

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Rancid by Erik Kabik

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I miss my black biker jacket.  It is possibly the only garment I can wear everyday for months and never feel like I want something else to cocoon my shoulders.  Last night I was admiring the wear and discoloration on the cuffs, collar, and material surrounding the zipper.  Black biker jacket, I love you.

I'm ready to click the heels of my magic black cowboy boots.  There's no season like fall, there's no season like fall.

 

At work:

Co-worker: I don't like the new Corpus jacket.

Floor Managers (in unison): Why?!

Co-worker: All the zippers and pockets.  There's too much stuff!

Floor Manager: You didn't listen to enough rancid growing up.

Loved

*image Dean Fardell, from Gibson.com

So, I was relaxing today after buying some new bronzy nail polish.  I turned on Sonisphere Fest, which has been sitting on my DVR for days, and my jaw dropped.  During "Girls, Girls, Girls" I noticed Nikki Sixx's Thunderbird Bass.  I've been playing around on my brother's Yamaha for over a yeah, but I just don't like the thing (sorry bro').  Nikki's beat up bass is so beautiful that it makes me want to put a strain on my credit -- a shiny new bass to be weathered over time and play.  Beautiful.

"Wild Side"