Van Zandt, who said "Exterminate [GOP] cockroaches", weaseled his way out of the draft telling expert panel: "i'm not that crazy about killing people"

he tells the not crazy about killing people story in his book "Unrequited Infatuations: Odyssey of a Rock and Roll Consigliere (A Cautionary Tale) - A Memoir by Stevie Van Zandt" (at the end of chapter 2)


All he had to do was tell them he had bone spurs.
 
Van Zandt is a big fan of hookers and gambling.

another excerpt from his book:

And then, suddenly, there it was… the House That Benny Built! (Don’t call him Bugsy!)
The Flamingo, baby!
It was thrilling. I had read so much about it that I felt like I’d come home.
The Dovells stayed at the hotel gratis, while we were put up in some cheap motel off the Strip. Even so, I am glad I caught the last year the Mob ran Vegas.
First of all, there were vast tracts of land in between the casinos. Now you can walk the whole Strip rooftop to rooftop. Back then, the town was designed to make money strictly from gambling. Everything else existed to keep you there.
Rooms were around $20. There would be ridiculous all-you-can-eat buffets for like $3.95. With steak and lobster. The lounges and all the entertainment venues were five or six bucks. And Frank Sinatra might walk in spontaneously and entertain you for an hour.
Hookers were technically illegal in Clark County, but that was probably legislated to boost tips to the concierges, bellboys, doormen, parking lot guys, cabdrivers, and probably the janitors, all of whom had a few phone numbers for you.
The drummer bought me my first hooker. Man, was that fun! Why sex isn’t legal everywhere I’ll never understand. We should learn from the Netherlands and most civilizations through the centuries. Hookers are Angels of Mercy. Sex work is God’s work. They are nurses for the socially retarded, therapists for the terminally shy, healers for the physically handicapped. They should be respected and protected from traffickers and pimps.
But Vegas wanted every penny gambled. Everything was a loss leader meant to keep you at that table for just one more hand, one more spin, one more roll of the dice. With no revenue from rooms, food, or entertainment and with the Mob probably skimming 25 percent off the top, everybody still got rich!
I couldn’t wait to get to the tables to try out the Gambling Craft I had been studying under John Scarne.
I chose blackjack, although craps was the most fun. I played all seven hands. I was wiped out in about thirty minutes. Over two weeks, I continued practicing my gambling trade in all its forms, winning some, losing more. Cured my love of gambling forever.
 
Bruce Springsteen And The E Street Band?
Greetings from Asbury Park?

You gotta be kidding.

New Jersey is a punchline in an Abbott and Costello routine, not a place you brag about!
 

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