Today is idol Richard B. Meltzer's natal anniv. (He's the greatest living American writer, & who cares about the no longer living ones?) & as it often does, his birthday falls on Mother's Day, perhaps enabling him to have his annual "fuck-his-mother" dream. Pleasant dreams, Richard.
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