...you seek solitude, go out in the garage, climb in the car, recline the seat, and crank up six speakers around your head that are filled with Gord. The sounds of an old friend, that take you back, that take you there, that define the human existance, the human experience, that make that day, however it has been, that much better. Listen to the strings, they jangle and dangle while the old guitar rings... It does not get any better, nor will it.
OOPS! Time to go back into the house...
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