You've said that you regarded respectability as one of the
prime enemies of individualism. Do you regard love as
an enemy of individualism?
No, no -- What's love got to do with respectability?
I posted this video in April of 2012 with Al Green's lyrics. Seems appropriate to repost today.
I remember heading down to Myrtle Beach for a long weekend with two cars of Army buddies when I was stationed at Ft Bragg. I was 20 and wound up dancing with a frosted blonde in her forties. She had long pink nails and held a Schlitz 'Tall Boy' in one hand and an Eve cigarette in the other. She taught me how to shag.
The past is never dead. It's not even past. William Faulkner