You won’t see me follow you back home…
Jun 12th, 2008 | By Shabaas | Category: In the BindleI have a really unhealthy obsession with The Four Tops version of “Walk Away Renee”. I get goosebumps every time I hear…
Your name and mine inside
A heart on a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me
Though they’re so small
Comedy and tragedy exist in the same space. Heartache, like laughter, is a form of hysteria. I get the best ideas when I listen to melancholy music and set it to ridiculous scenarios in my head. For example, two bikers fucking to “The Pretender” by Jackson Browne while Boz Scaggs is in the bathroom shaving. Don’t judge.
I’m also growing the most EPIC fucking hair ever. I want it to touch God - so He can help me condition it. And He better use TRESemme.

What’s up with my E.T. hand?