Now That’s What I Call Music! COVID-19
Unpopulated Island in the Sun / Stayin' Alive Until Extra Ventilators and Testing Becomes Available / Blinded by the Light from My Computer Screen
9x NBA All-Defensive First team. 4x NBA MVP. 3x Olympic Gold Medalist in Dumpling Eating. 2x Voted Favorite Child in Family. 1x Second-Team Lover. I've tried to find the best dumplings in the world. I'm still looking. It hasn't been an easy journey. I've lived in New York, Boston, Los Angeles, spent three days in Boulder, Colorado, and the search still continues. Scouring novels, musical albums, artwork for any reference to a clue on where to find the best dumplings, I've taken to asking for suggestions (which, let's be honest, most people are fine with Trader Joe's dumplings, which I can't get behind). I'm trying to let out a breath and not feel a world of regret; hope you're doing well today!
Unpopulated Island in the Sun / Stayin' Alive Until Extra Ventilators and Testing Becomes Available / Blinded by the Light from My Computer Screen
Now you’re suspended on a wall of shard glass as rabid monkeys devour your intestines and Dave Matthews’ 2002 album “Busted Stuff” blasts on repeat.
I’m not ignoring your DMs, young influencer, it’s that I am seeing what content-oceans you swim to on your own. With isolation comes solitude.
You remember me, right? We made eye contact on the G train two months ago. I was wearing my somewhat-ironic DARE shirt. No bells ringing?