I like how they use that slide guitar, or whatever, to make it sound like my 8-track player is slowing down. Cute gal, I like her crooked upper lip. I've never seen her before until I posted this vid on a Horse thread about Santa Monica the other day.
I think GOOG/Alphabet/EweToob's AI shrink thinks I'm getting out of control. The only recommendations I'm getting now are for music. The bar depicted is strongly reminiscent of a joint a few doors down from my Godson. I guess it used to be a fire station. Maybe that's why they call it the Hook and Ladder. I haven't been in a bar for a year or two before Covi. People suck.
I suppose it is time to eat and retire to the bordello.
I kind of adopted an old lady named Betty that lived two doors east of me while I was taking care of my dying mother in my spare time. I'd do handyman type shit for her and visit sometimes. She was a huge old lady, but as nice as a Kentucky woman could be. Her family was dirt poor. She died toward the start of the Covi hysteria. I used to have a part-time cash gig driving exotic cars to/from refurb shops, usually less than two hours each way, my back wouldn't take much more. This song was popular around the time Betty died. I'd hear it all the time. She died of old age and quack MDs.
I sent one of those big flower thingys on the tripod deal to her funeral, and was shocked to see it at the head of her casket and almost no other flowers. I had to go to the funeral dressed up like the Frito Bandito in my black Australian duster and bandanna over my face. They wouldn't even let anyone sign the guestbook.
