Thoughts On The Dead

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The Miles Flew By

Miles Davis 69518-17aYou didn’t go for subtlety in your automobiles, did you?

“A black man can’t drive a Ferrari?”

A black man can drive whatever the hell he wants! I was referring specifically to you.

“You saying I ain’t a black man?”

You have the worst interpersonal skills I’ve ever seen.

“Suck my dick, honky.”

Simmer down, Mr. Davis. Which Ferrari is this?

“1967 275 GTB/4. 3.3 liter V-12 with six carburetors.  How many carburetors your car have?”

None.

“So, I win.”

I don’t think that’s how technology works.

“Shut the fuck up. This car was designed by Pininfarina and built by Scaglietti. Who designed your car?”

A guy named Richard, according to the internet.

“White motherfucker.”

Why would you assume that?

“What’s his last name?”

Andrews-Perry.

“Hyphenated white motherfucker.”

Sure, probably. Didn’t you end up crashing all of your cars?

“I bought ’em: I can do whatever I want with ’em.”

True.

8 Comments

  1. Miles has sort of a Neal Cassady thing going there in that post photo. Although he’d undoubtedly deny it.

    I wonder if there’s anyone who can do a Neal Cassady speed rap voiced like Miles Davis.

    Convincingly, I mean.

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