Oh Forrest.
I saw Marky and some incarnation of the Intruders a long time ago and it looked like he was playing with two kids he met in a Guitar Center.
It's a little sad. He's the last guy at the party that won't go home. Maybe the onus is on us to stop paying attention to him.
If he's got a cash-cow, let him milk it. The tourists want to drop their money somewhere, so let it be with that guy. I know that we have better places to be.
Maybe we should take some initiative and elect a NEW RAMONES.
The 1970's are dead. Long live the new Aught's.
C