That's three years that this little fucker got to live and be free. My brother was no saint. But he's my brother. Not lookin' for revenge. Justice is fine. Don't want the killer dead, either. Just in a very VERY small room with no windows for the rest of his life. Maybe pipe some of my brother's music that he recorded with his band... into his cell, 24 hours a day... so he can NEVER forget the voice he silenced.
Otari Series 54 - I used this puppy at Audiomation so many times. It was still there in '96 right after I got married and before Steph was born. Barely used by then, but still werkin' goodly. Damned fine piece of history and I want this one. Of course, then I would need to have a living room that was larger than a closet. And no neighbors. And Taco's for dinner... made with real ground meat that didn't cost 87 dollars an ounce. And cheesecake. We can't always get what we want. Even when nobody on Earth still wants it anyways.
