JACK McCOY
Dec 12, 2018
2 minutes
I met a guy in Bali in the early 70s and we became friends. He really had his shit together with his own house, staff, car and an air-conditioned music room where we’d go and get stoned and listen to the latest tunes in the late afternoon with the heat blazing outside.
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