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August 23rd, 2005

Jesus, the thought of sitting in RFK Stadium, gettin’ my Sixties on with forty thousand people I loathe, squinting at a bug-sized little Mick Jagger doing that tired rooster-on-acid crap while all around me completely sober 50-year-old attorneys on comped tickets from the fuckin’ American Bankers Association go “woo!” and raise the devil-horns — nah. Not for the Jingster. By Neddie Jingo!

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