His name was Scott. He was my friend, but in all fairness he seemed to be everybody’s friend judging by how he bursted in with a vigorous, audible and amplified embrace of seemingly everyone beyond the threshold of Guthrie’s, Sud’s, All American Tattoo & Photo…you name the place. He was a leader and a powerful … Continue reading Slim the Drifter
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