This is exactly who Col. Donald P. Icewater III must have been thinking about. I had the Colonel over for lunch today and he described him like this perfectly. All hail TURI! The Doc
And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.
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