shrine to the prophet of americana

remembering that time in LA I was in someone's backyard pool, still all frozen by anxiety and overcoming it by fight-or-flight...

remembering that time in LA I was in someone’s backyard pool, still all frozen by anxiety and overcoming it by fight-or-flight confrontation, and I was hanging with this bunch of blog house DJs and there was this dumb as a brick girl with great tits hanging around and I made what was honestly a pretty good parallel of bossa nova to electro, and she butted in my face with some dumb shit and I just smiled and said “huh, that’s not how I see it at all” and the DJs were amazed how efficiently I made her look like an idiot while keeping her around and honestly I think I leveled up that day