Saturday, May 10, 2008
Its been real, but I'm blowin' this Pop Stand for a little outta the way place called Frankie's Hideout. Bring your Broads, Tired and Weary, check your Heater at the door, and enjoy some of the driest Martinis on the strip, just don't touch the dancers unless your lookin' for a free knuckle sandwich. Not sure about this Ringo Cat who's takin' my place, sure he beats some mean skins, but don't know about that whole English Music thing catchin' on. Gotta run baby, hitchin' up with Sammy, Dino, joey, and Pete, for a little pre-party party. Later.
Posted by Frank Drackman at Saturday, May 10, 2008