I want to slow glide my street with a...

Brad William /
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.... a thirty foot flag-mast rising above my maxi, 6 gallon carboy full of home brewed apple jack slowly descending, cabled and pulleyed to the rear wheel, three mph to the Folsom Prison blues and pull up just three feet short of a happy and cheering little crowd, six gallons at bottom like a fucking new year's ball-drop on a hot thirsty 4th of July, right on cue at the end of the song.

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