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Judy Garland is dead but the memory of Briann Jones lives in all of us

But the memory of Brian Jones lives in all of us.

May 1, 1971
John Mendelsohn

I Charles Rodney Vera, known to my many intimates and precious few peers simply, charmingly, as Chuck, had reason to wear my customary self-congratulatory leer acros's my heart breakingly gorgeous face after breakfasting at four that afternoon, for was my presence not, more than discernible, positively insinuative for the eighth-bottle-ful of six-dollars-an-ounce bracer I had earlier elegantly ’ splashed around the edges of my meticulously starched collar?

Was my dagger-collared gambler’s shirt of many resplendent colors not as close to an exact duplicate of one recently seen on Rolling Stone Keith Richard as could be bought (for a price far in excess of forty-five dollars) in the metropolitan area of Los Angeles?

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