Back in CA, there was a total , appearance and all, that’d roll down the street in a golf cart with a massive sound system filling the entire rear behind his seat, and he’d blast out absolute trash dadrock with huge floor-shaking subwoofers, and do it all with this empty gammon grin behind his wrap-around polarized sunglasses, going back and forth at least twice a week around the same time.

He was still not as divorced as though.