In my head: Me and Mr. Jones-Amy Winehouse. Kwanza that first line. Back in the simple days,typewriters were used. None of this blogging-Twitter-viruses nonsense existed. All you needed was a ribbon,and some ink. (who’s read Misery by Stephen King? Ribbon,ink,blood,potato potato…) Nowadays,I need a freakin computer science degree to understand Drumsticks. Viruses? Why? Has she […]