I had one of those life altering moments this past Saturday. I went out to Palos Verdes for a very good friends birthday party. After hours of debate over pitchfork's reviews and realizations that the people from high school we so enjoyed humiliating in quiet are now fulfilling things we never thought possible (making babies, doing speed, and running internet cafe's to name a few) i was more than a bit inebriated.
As i drove back to Santa Monica at 4am going 90 on the freeway i had a moment. As the tandem of Everlast's "What it's Like" and Gary Wright's Dream Weaver blared over my Altima's stock speakers, and with the taste of Corona and Vodka fresh on my lips, i realized that i was destined to either die in a catastrophic accident, or become the subject of multiple non-fiction novels.
Let's hope it's the latter
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