Rust Never Sleeps

May 30, 2008 at 2:29 pm (The Easy Chair)

But since when does it get up at 8 AM?

Like a GF’s cough or your dog’s bark, sometimes you hear a sound and just know. There’s only one Harley that makes that  noise, and it’s usually captained by the best friend I don’t lust after.

Yup, Freewheelin’ pulled into my driveway this morning. Besides a hug, he had a mission to accomplish. He returned my copy of Rust Never Sleeps. I loaned it to him, oh,  about fifteen years ago. The significance is not lost on me, my brother. On his 30th birthday, I took him to see Crazy Horse during the Ragged Glory tour.

It may be better to burn out than to fade away, but let’s ride slowly into the sunset, shall we?

Thanks, man.

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