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| Sic him, hellhound! Robert Johnson reincarnated. |
I wonder if this asshole made a deal with the devil, too. Judging
from his astonishing travesty of recorded music, this Robert Johnson probably
blew the stop sign at the fabled crossroads and kept right on trucking to
Squaresville or whatever shithole flea-market stage would have him. Or maybe
this is thee Robert Johnson—reincarnated and forever doomed to haunt the junk
store record bin with his goofy-ass smile, regrettable haircut, and dumbshit Chuck
Berry-style pose. Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t fuck around with the devil.
