I'm a two pack a day man, smoke like a fiend
Like a burned out bearing in a bad machine
I cayn't breath in the mornin' till I get myself a cigarette lit
Say, Daaaa aaaad Blame, anyways a man cayn't quit.
--Roger Miller
I did not meet her as a teenager, as so many others do. True, I saw her often, flirting with the gutter punks and metal heads, men, women, she was indiscriminate, flirty bitch, and I was not attracted to her. I was NOT.
Paul introduced us. He had not known her very long...