This one is dedicated to JayG, who put this little ditty into my mind last night in GBC.  Perhaps thanks to the extra spicy fried rice I had for dinner last night, I dreamt last night I was in a dive bar I used to frequent. George Thorogood was up on stage playing it over and over and over.  Now, that’s not exactly a bad dream.  Nothing like dreaming about sitting in a bar, enjoying a few drinks, and listening to music.  But doing it in that never-ending dream time became tiresome.

And yes, it’s still scratching at my temporal lobe.