Sorry. I'm just mesmerized by this picture. It is my Twitter avatar. Seeing LBJ looking like he just spent the weekend at Woodstock with Timothy Leary is like seeing Richard Nixon sporting a Joe Dirt mullet.
Or, perhaps, it is sadder than that. Think Howard Hughes. One day you're the richest man on the planet, so dashing you are giving Clark Gable a run for his money and fucking Rita Hayworth, the next you are hermetically sealed in a Vegas penthouse, with fungal yellowed fingernails, a bacteria phobia, and a plethora of drug addictions. Getting weekly blood tranfusions from Mormons because they are "pure."
My fall, on the other hand, has not been nearly as precipitous as these fellows.
Got a little spring in my step for a change. Although dropping El Cid with Leary, or better, LBJ, would have been the damned bomb.
Posted by Velociman at July 6, 2012 10:09 PM