Say man, howzithangin? Loose, huh? S'cool, Daddio. In the mood for a Black Cow- y'know rootbeer float with french vanilla ice cream. Let me drop a couple nickles in the Wurlitzer, hear Gene Vincent testify

Bee-bop-a-loo-laa she's my Baby

Gene was the REAL deal you know. Had all the poetry,pain,rebellion in him...standing with his leg twisted beneath him (the one he smashed when his Harley flipped on the shoulder of the highway),pork-pie hat crushed on his head,face contorted in pain/ecstacy and growling his song like a desparate mating call.

Anyhow meeb, nice joint. You need to get some girls in short skirts and roller skates to wait on the cars outside. Yeah that's mine, '57 Corvette, slicks, mags,390 v-8 under the hood with Hooker Headers and a suicide clutch. Real chick magnet,lethal as a loaded pistol. I'm headed to the beach to check the surf out....later...