Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To

jerry cadillac

Garcia giggled and admired the car from all angles, declared it “bourgeois jive, man,” and got back in his Beemer.

And, of course, the briefcase.


  1. When I lived in Tucson, I owned a ’72 Sedan DeVille. One night I got exceptionally drunk and let my roommate drive home, and he blew the u-joint right off at the intersection of Speedway and Kolb. We pushed the Caddy out of the intersection and I passed out in the median next to the road. I woke up an hour or so later and realized I’d fallen next to a discarded ounce of grass.

    (Yeah, yeah, cool story Bro… but: Dirtbag serendipity.)

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