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| - ".....Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas..." ---H. S. Thompson
Vegas is SOOOO not this kid's scene. However, if you happen to be blowin' through town anyway, and you manage any sort of legit encounter w/Tom Jones, then you are Joe Cool in my book, my friend. Tom has got to be pushing what, 145, 155 years old by now? He won't be out there, pouring his heart and soul and sweaty scarves into it forever, amigos. Go ahead, fill up your tank, grab a cold six-packy at the Food Mart while your tank fills, Who knows, maybe you'll catch a glimpse of him! Catch him while you can, any which way you can...before he sang it for the last time before he's knowin' up close 'n' personal those sweet familiar lyrics....
"Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home..."
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