Nicocop

So I’ve found out in the last few hours that I’m a combination of Robocop and Nico. And I can’t even find anything wrong with that notion.

It is not going to be a sunny day here in Cincinnati. Perhaps that is why I am playing Bob Marley as I type. Exodus. Movement of Jah people. Send us another Brother Moses.

My son and I can agree on loving Bob Marley. This would never have happened with me and my parents. They couldn’t figure the Beatles or Hendrix, and I couldn’t see my way to Guy Lombardo.