Jimi jukes the joint, setting the rhythm with “Hey Joe” as even cue balls clack in beat to the soulful message. The ache in my back seems to thump along as well; the bar stool digs like a torture device of knotted oak…
Jimi jukes the joint, setting the rhythm with “Hey Joe” as even cue balls clack in beat to the soulful message. The ache in my back seems to thump along as well; the bar stool digs like a torture device of knotted oak…