Hi. How are you world? My name is Larry Luke Hicks. Some may say I light up like a bic, but others comment on how my hair gets square in the back. Recently, a young disturbed youth threw an egg at my house, smeared dog doo-doo all over my carport, and generally laughed in my easternly direction. Now, be honest . . . was it you or some of your young, impetious friends that did this filthy act? Perhaps you don't want to name these sordid individuals. One could hardly blame you. Shit was thrown. Feces was smeared. Little can be taken back.
One can only hope, and I happen to be one of them, that some sort of rehabilitation or reprogramming can occur, involving yourself and perhaps some of these miscreant, wayward youths you choose to participate with. Corausing with troublemakers can only lead to troublemaking. Acting in a wormlike fashon can only lead to one thing: a rotten apple. Lets all join hands and get together, we'll make up a song and we'll make it clever. So long as the internet exists, man will be able to shake his fists.
Ryan hasn't posted the six new songs I posted to him, so let's all petition him to do so . . . ;P