"That night all the drinking continued in my room, Linda said we could smoke if we took down the fire alarm, I did, we drank, I played Wilco's Summerteeth, she didn't seem to be interested in it, from what I could see..." Do not disturb this Easter weekend please, as I'm immersed in Karl Ove Knausgaard's impressive My Struggle epos at the moment. Only a couple thousand pages of soulsearching to go.
Wilco - She's A Jar
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