This is my grandson, Easton. He's going to be 6-years-old on June 19, which is cool because every Juneteenth is like a big party for him. Easton graduated from Kindergarten on Monday and since it was my day off, we hung out together all day. He's a very cool kid who's extremely smart for his age and he's got excellent taste. His favorite T-shirt? The Ramones, of course. Thanks to KFG, he thinks I'm a ROCKSTAR and he wants to be a rockstar when he grows up - all well as a firefighter. Riding around in my black Ford, I taught him some classics like "Rock N Rool PRE-School," "EASTON Is A Punk Rocker" and "TV Party" [we changed the lyrics to "we've got nothin' better to do / than to watch TV and have some APPLE JUICE" and shouted out shows like "Bob The Builder!"]. While he loves his Pop the rockstar and marvels at my pierced ears and [3] tattoos, he's even more impressed with the lovely lady Nepenthe, who has 22 tattoos and something like an equal number of piercings. "You're a rockstar," Easton says to me, "But she's a REAL rockstar!" Like I said he's got excellent taste.
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