A Letter of Appreciation for “One Headlight” by the Wallflowers
People will call you a monster, and in a way, they’ll be correct: you are a monster---a monster fucking hit.
People will call you a monster, and in a way, they’ll be correct: you are a monster---a monster fucking hit.
I know what you're thinking: how do you think holding another bikini car wash is appropriate when we haven’t cleaned up the blood from the last one?
I am also sorry for not leaving when you all walked in, immediately noticed me, and asked me to leave. That was wrong, and I am sorry.
Also, need I remind you, I didn’t try to lasso the waiter with it---I did lasso the waiter with it.
When a role for a young guy is being offered to me, I think of River Phoenix. It feels like a loss.
I am fairly certain my stepson is going to murder me. These albums have turned what's left of His heart as frosted as the tips of His hair.