While it is still September 10th as I write you from a balcony of the Sunset Strip while listening to Brian Eno, back where it counts it's September the 11th. I feel being here in Los Angeles is some kind of betrayal, as if I have abandoned my post on a ship, or skipped out on bail, but alas what can a shit friend like me do when duty calls.
Happy to be here and happy to see you.
xoxo
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2 comments:
You don't care about your friends, your family or even your own country. You have no dedication.
And you know what: You have zero dedication to Nitzer Ebb. Just ask Matt.
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