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These goddamn Chuck Taylors hurt my feet. I’m old. But I like the rock ‘n’ roll. This is what I heard tonight:
What does this all mean? It’s a koan. I’m lying. Listen, I’m going to tell you a story: Zen Master T. and Grasshopper J. were stepping their way through a trail of Lone Star cans and cigarette butts. “Zen Master T.,” said Grasshopper J., “what is the Beerland nature?” Zen Master T. hoisted Grasshopper J. over her head and threw him headlong into the drum kit, where he was pierced as if by a thousand knives. “Pain is the only thing I will ever know,” lamented Grasshopper J. “!!!” was T.’s reply.