Ladies and gentlemen, that van you see pictured on the left is indeed the current residence of Mr. Sly Stone. All I really have to say about that is this hurts me, right in the heart. Sly, frickin', Stone. The grandaddy of funk has fallen to this. I probably don't have to tell you either that its drugs. Drugs did it. Come to think of it, I remember watching the Grammy's a few years back when they tried to bring Sly out on stage and it just didn't turn out well. All Sly could manage was to mumble and stagger around a little bit. I really don't care though because I love Sly. For God's sake, somebody give this guy some money.
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