“Your motion was never the same after Stottlemyre got through with you.” “I am not Dwight Gooden, Bobby.” “Ah. I’d like to tell you about a dream I had.” “Last night?” “In your green room. I floated from my body and all throughout the studios of Sirius XM. I was looking for my favorite station, … Continue reading Yoakum If They Can’t Take A Fuck