The women represented themselves as sterling members of the “Hollywood Auxiliary” as only the auxiliary can do, and has done. As such, the auxiliary’s bacchanalia (6/24) begat a bored and disinterested DC. One assumes DC is learning to temper the exuberance of the open book persona he likes to profess, and in its place, a plating of annoyance, with a dash of ennui, and finished with a garnish of buffalo stance. Heck, yeah.
Now if only DC would “hang out” with those who take their musicianship seriously. Sans day jobs with the auxiliary interviewing for TV. Did this author just go there? Heck, yeah.
It’s all in the name of the emblematic torch. The torch for wildness and freeness. Feckless or reckless, no. Unfettered travels toward discovery of the world he only thinks he knows, heck yes.
