“What’s that boy’s name who doesn’t know how to play drums? He was in your band.” “Ringo?” “That’s it. Lemme ask you: he simple?” “I don’t understand.” “A retard. Ringo a retard? No one who ain’t retarded could play drums that bad.” “Ringo wasn’t retarded. I don’t think.” “Trust me. Retard. Gotta have a smart … Continue reading Miles In The Sky With Diamonds