All right, this shit is not funny anymore.
Seriously, just got home like, 5 seconds ago.
I am sober.
The shoes are in their rightful place, far, far away from the pad’s foliage.
But still – the stereo! I put in my lovely Nick Cave so the quiet scary brood-y-ness could lull me into motherfucking slumber like the peaceful soul I am.
The tuner flipped from CD to the radio and just started scanning ‘til it got to one of those god awful DMB ballads.
What do the spirits have against my Nick Cave? Certainly, he is of their brethren - certainly his beautiful voice was scraped from the same evil mortar.
Why did the gov’ment have to shut Miss Cleo down when I finally have such crucial questions keeping me up when I should be sleeping, like … now.
p.s. to the Nirvana lovin' hate mail folks who were kind enough to get in touch, I DO like Nirvana - just not 4 days straight non-stop, k?
p.p.s. I have no apologies for the DMB fans - bring it ON!