40,000 Headmen
In those days of flannel shirts, Levi’s and younger skin, it didn’t always matter what the lyrics were. It mattered more that I wanted to fit into a place of my choosing: Longing for a girl who would be intractably longing for me and sometimes looking into a mirror imagining how that might be –- clouded with the scent of Flex Balsam Shampoo – hippie style.
