“People ask the question… what’s a RocknRolla? And I tell ’em – it’s not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There’s more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life – some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he’s different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.” -Archie, Rocknrolla
“Monday, when it sees me coming with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline, and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel, and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.” – Pablo Neruda, Walking Around
This blog will be updated every Friday (hopefully) because I’m (sort of but not really) disciplined like that. My dog and I will discuss everything we think is worth talking about. This blog is permission to eavesdrop. Come dance for a bit, sunflower.