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These Days, The Rolling Stones Still Have An Edge, But That Fangs-out Ferocity Has Mellowed Considerably.

Thanks A Heap Coyote Ugly. This Cactus-gram Stings Worse Than Your Abandonment.

The Stuff I Write Isn't Strictly Autobiographical, But It's Personal, If That Makes Any Sense. It Draws All These Little Incidents And People Out Of My Life And Then Contorts Them.

I Don't Think Coolness Used To Be Such A Commodity Among Adults. And Now It Is.

I've Been Meaning To Write About The Rolling Stones, But I Am The Furthest Thing From A Hipster Rock Journalist.