O and I watched a Joe Strummer documentary on the television this morning. It led to downloading the Mescaleros albums and rekindling my love affair with this song:
It’s a classic good times songs, and serves the dual purpose of making me feel awesome and making me cry, and that’s pretty rare. Basically perfectly constructed, like this 80° Halloween and my adorable costume. I figured this year I would do myself a favor and make myself look actually attractive, instead of like a creature-monster like last year. And no, before you ask, I am not going as a slutty pumpkin, though ladies at the party last night kept groping my gourds.
superglue gumshoe 