So it follows, by some demented logic I’ve ascribed to at one point or another, that I’m supposed to feel “guilty” about my love for the following things: bowling, Lindsey Buckingham’s “Holiday Road,” Fleetwood Mac’s Fleetwood Mac and Rumours, cheesesteaks, Hall & Oates, Kenny Loggins’ “I’m Alright (Theme from Caddyshack),” my never-ending search for the perfect hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant, the first three albums by Blue Oyster Cult, the movies Shooter, T2: Judgment Day and Predator, The Doobie Brothers’ “What a Fool Believes,” Magic 92.5 FM (“San Diego’s Old School”), Red Bull and a bunch of other things that might not be filed under “good” taste.
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