(Besides busy single-lady December picking up slack at work)
A few weeks ago, I got a haircut and on the way home, the Shit I Listened To When I Was Twelve station took a lurch forward into the nineties and played the Red Hot Chili Peppers crying with LA...still know the words but not the title. Part of me is singing along and part of me is thinking "Man, I've lived here my whole life and never worked up the feels for it."
But then another voice said "If you were on as much heroin as them in those days, you could write poems about Phoenix, too."
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