I drove across New Jersey. I walked into the Hotel Pier 4, got on an elevator with two Jersey gals, they made my day. Prolly the way a person feels, who's never been to CA and on their arrival, they hear a surfer and he sounds like Turtle or Brody. I walked out back to the pool, there was a waterfront bar, and all were partying, and The Boss was playing loud. It was
that moment, and I've had Bruce on my mind, since.
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door