… … … Miles? “Mr. Davis. We ain’t been introduced.” Mr. Davis. What are you doing here? “Whatever the fuck I want, you white motherfucker.” Sure. “Grateful Dead? That what all this shit is?” Yeah, I guess. “Broaden your horizons, you uneducated motherfucker. I played with the Dead. Weird-looking white boys. Could play a bit. … Continue reading Miles To Go Before I Sleep