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I’m guessing that this conspicuous convergence of 80-proof pure undiluted talent happened in 1978. Back then, who would have guessed which one would live the longest? Not I. Hell, when Keith Richards swaggers and reels off to Rock and Roll Heaven, the coroner will need to don a hazmat suit to examine the corpse. At least embalming won’t be necessary.

And speaking of chemistry and self-medication, the bar is always open on
The Overnight Open Thread.