Hey, Bobby. Happy birthday, pal. “Yup. Another, uh, spin around the sun. You don’t feel the earth circling the sucker, but it does.” You’re 72. “Not when I am. I’m around 40.” The real you. “I am the real me. David Lee Roth wouldn’t smoke cigars with a doppelganger.” That’s not David Lee Roth, Bobby. … Continue reading Sometimes We Ride On Kim Jong-Un’s Horses, Sometimes We Ride Alone