So here I am…

it’s 5:30 in the morning, 30 minutes before “The Summer of Shuffle” begins. Change does not come without growing pains. I got a call on the request line last week that was chillingly redneck: “So, I hear Mancow’s leaving.” “Yes, that’s true.” “I heard yer a faggot.” Click.

Laissez les bon temps roulez.

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