wow harlem. you make a pretty TIGHT video. very very very nice. i knew you could do ittttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
man. witch hunt i havent thought of you in a long time. you were good though. when i saw you and you gave me that patch. and i told you that you rocked. and we had funz. one of the last days of punky times. where is that patch??? crap.
remember when i borrowed that AWESOME out of print observers 7" from you and you came over and it was laying on my floor and you got really mad and never let me borrow anything again. man, that was sad. sorry. ill never leave vinyl out again.
shit man. i should have appreciated burning kitchen more. and yeah, i DIDNT sleep with your boyfriend. and i DIDNT steal your mika miko record that we got signed. you were my best friend. i wouldent do that to you. im sad your gone.
NO. ari up. YOU are the coolest girl ever.
and if you ever see your friend Vic tell him i said HEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY CRAZY! remember that time we went Janies record shop and you bought me that AMAZING yolanda del rio rocord and convinced me that san antonio wasnt THAT BAD AFTERALL?
oh god.
yessss. take that shot of tequila, kiss me under the fireworks, eat some jicama with lime, walk with me under that big bright moon.
i forgot how much i liked battles untill i heard this song at work a while back. it reminds me of drawing satan on your garage apartment walls. and telling everyone we were biking to canada. and chilling in your hottub till 4 am and peeing in your backyard.
i remember doing crappy ollies on the house foundation next to your house on your vintage skateboard and smoking weed for the first time and hitting your mailbox and listening to you sing your folk songs and kissing on new years and sharing dreams and your bruises and the way you treated everyone so shitty and listening to zeppelin in your moms car and still loving you after all. the shit. that you did. to me.
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