Cat House

[Porgie Tirebiter]

The first line of text at 1:48. Hard to believe 40 years.

1974... Sitting around underneath a semi-trailer to stay out of the rain and out of sight... Behind the grocery store we worked at, punched in and on the time clock... Passing one around...

Talking about what we had listened to on the LP record, and seen when it rolled around on TV once a year. Using our imagination.

We had this figured out that day. We already knew this, even way back then:

There was time to kill that day.