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Eternity My Ass

My old roommate stopped by a few weeks after the funeral. He was looking for the Hendrix CD I'd “borrowed.” I told him I didn't think you could play CDs up there. Just harps 24/7 I thought. He told me it's not like that. Surround sound, the works. But no Hendrix. I asked why he didn't ask Jimi to play “live.” After being asked every day for 40 years to play “Voodoo Chile” he smashed his guitar. Janis told you off too, I said. What about—don't ask.

what Lennon said
can't be printed
hell hath no fury