>>6054605Stan McBride is a fellow, he made that old record store down at Brimestone, not that I really ever looked into it any further, I mean why would I? Came that day I finally took my trusted mare, old Stacey, you know the one? Brown in skin golden in eyes, trusted old horse that would never fail me, or so I thought. Either way the journey was on the way, and I was going down there to see for myself, surely it couldn't be, could it? Record aren't meant to be split like atoms, you don't split music into a million pieces, it has to be natural. Either way I was on my way on my mare, she was riding with me and I felt her smooth body pressing against my body, it was a sensual experience. Half way there I felt her engine running spotty, it was hipping and hopping and I didn't know where to turn, but oh, what do you think popped up in my vision? The old mare repairman, Mr Mansion, he came running towards me with his horse lube ready for action, I knew he would fix the old mare up good. Not sure how long he was in there, but surely he must had done something right because I've never experienced a ride that smooth...
To be continued?
