[reply][reply]Why pretend to be a hobo?
because it makes his rise to success all the more majestic.
Late,
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It’s part of cliché rock bio 101. Live in poverty, Man! Just scraping by, Maaan! We did what we had to do, I’m tellin’ you!!! It was brutal! We lived in the crappiest run down apartment with like 12 guys in a single room and we ate friggin’ powdered milk and picked cigarette butts off the ground and man we were starving and the landlord was always trying to kick us out but we busted our ass and never gave up, Man and then . . . . our big break, mega success, drug addiction, bottoming out, recovery, redemption, comeback . . . peace with the universe, blah blah blah.
Y’all need to brush up on the basics.[/reply]
Yeah I’m brushing up on it by living it as we speak. Do you know that I saw a fucking roach the size of my hand in my new apartment last night?
And what did I do? I’ll be totally honest. I screamed and ran into the bathroom like a little girl. Then another, smaller, but still intimidating roach came out in the bathroom so I tiptoed back to my room and told me ex girlfriend to come over and kill roach #1.
So she came, couldn’t find it, and we had disappointing sex on my shitty air mattress which I’m starting to think has bed bugs (again). Then, as soon as she’d left, I went to get some V8 from the fridge and lo and behold there was the huge roach #1 again!
I fled in terror again to my room and now I’m back here after working all day trying to film something for a new song, and I can’t even fucking concentrate because I know that fucker is still in the apartment somewhere!
My plan is to try and get JLW to come hang out and not tell him about the roach until we’ve been hanging for a bit, at which point I will ask him to kill it for me. This will be hilarious if all of this happens and then he reads this post at some point.
PS I have a phobia of roaches, can you tell?