Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker’s game because they almost always turn out to be—or to be indistinguishable from—self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time.

Fuck. I hate all this stuff. How old do you have to get before it stops?

Until proven innocent, I regard all “gardenias” as I do footprints of the Snowman, engines that run on vacuum energy, or good wines from Savoie.

The 12 years I was in Fleetwood Mac before were not particularly happy years. I was not in a very good place, psychologically, when I left. I didn&#39;t have a lot of confidence in what I was doing.

Written By Lindsey Buckingham

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