Happiness is a warm gun, and all that jazz. I’ve never been a fan of that song. It seemed rather aimless, and like it completely misses the point. While you can say the same about my blog posts, a Beatles song shouldn’t fall victim to aimlessness. I’m much more fond of Rocky Raccoon, anyways.
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota, there lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon, and one day his woman ran off with another guy. Hit young Rocky in the eye. Rocky didn’t like that, he said “I’m gonna get that boy”.