While I have long contended that what happens to old punks is REGGAE and GRAD SCHOOL, if we get lucky*, since I have "Natty Dread" on endless loop in my head today, I fear that I am actually having a Samsa-like transformation into a frat boy.
Oh, Natty, Natty...
Please advise.
*This is, of course, a relative concept. The living may envy the dead.
