I got my haircut today as I said I would. Decided to go all the way. Drove over to Sears and ourfitted myself with a smart pair of Haggar slacks, and a nice buttoned down shirt, an Arnold Palmer windbreaker. Chucked my boots, replacing them with a pair of Bostonian slipons. No way am I gonna be labeled a scruffy folkie anymore. Now way man. It didn't stop there. I went over to HMV and bought a Michael Bolton cd. Listened to it on the drive home. Whooooeeee, can that cat sing! Speaking of Bolton. Specifically the other Bolton, that is the John R. Bolton. I think he is a scruffy folkie. Look at that walrus mustache, rather longish hair and those wire rimmed glasses. Damn it it, he is a scuffy folkie. Never feel ya could trust that guy.
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