I was raised by wolves. Very kind, very nurturing wolves. I love riding to a town a just barely learned the name of on a Friday, making a decision at the intersection to get myself lost 1000 miles away from home on a Saturday, and trying to figure out how the hell I can get home on a Sunday. Just ride a place and see a thing.

Play me a song, Curtis Loew. Well I used to wake the morning, before the rooster crowedSearching for soda bottles to get myself some doughBrought ’em down to the corner, down to the country storeCash ’em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man with white …

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