Seeking the Porpoise Of Life: Aquatic Secrets From . . .Bon Jovi
It’s 1 p.m. Do you know where your Slurpee is? Never mind that we are 3,000 miles distant from Jon Bon Jovi’s New Jersey roots. Even in Vancouver, B.C. (as in Canada)— a city that’s so clean and fresh-smelling it acts like a rest cure for urban blighted Statesiders—one can probe hard and unearth an "oh thank heaven, it’s 7-11.”
Seeking the Porpoise Of Life: Aquatic Secrets From . . .Bon Jovi
Toby Goldstein
It’s 1 p.m. Do you know where your Slurpee is?
Never mind that we are 3,000 miles distant from Jon Bon Jovi’s New Jersey roots. Even in Vancouver, B.C. (as in Canada)— a city that’s so clean and fresh-smelling it acts like a rest cure for urban blighted Statesiders—one can probe hard and unearth an "oh thank heaven, it’s 7-11.” And from the bowels of said 7-11 came the Bon Jovi lad’s breakfast drink. Forget about your Miami vices; Jon’s got a Slurpee habit that’s grabbed on tight and won't let go. Well, you didn’t think those cascades of hair got that way by themselves, did’ja?