Today is Warren Zevon's birthday. To celebrate, Marc and I will go out for Chinese food tonight and order " a big dish of beef chow mein." If you do not know that lyric from his song, Werewolves of London, then I will forgive you. Just this once. But I expect you to know it if there is a quiz.
Bad boy, charmer, raconteur. He made my life better. I miss him. His wit, his storytelling, his attitude, his big ole brain. Full of tales of headless mercenaries, Elvis fans, the down and out, excitable boys, Mohammed's radio, the rehabbers, the martyrs, the envoys, the poor, poor pitifuls and the desperados.
I love you, Warren. I always will.
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Warren Zevon! hah! I love him too!
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