I forgot to bring the ashtray in from the balcony before the rain arrived. I went out there last night and found four cigarette butts floating in three inches of brackish brown water. Ah the metropolitan life I lead. I am a velour smoking jacket held together with duct tape.
Crappy sound quality be dammed, I think this next survival anthem sounds better over-cranked and the most important thing is you can hear the Tunde Adebimbe’s ethereal rasp just fine. It’s what’s keeping me moving forward today, stumbling along on 1 ½ hours of sleep, determination and six and a half cups of coffee. Thank you for taking my hand.
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