Feeling today like telling people I like them, I really like them. I’ll start with the following:
And then you’re sitting in your hotel room just pissing away time because you’re both exhausted from walking around for three days straight and he says “Hey, look up the Fishbone concert at the Warfield in 1992 because I was there” and then there’s a shot of the drummer of his old band wearing the shirt he made with the band’s name on it.
What a small freaking world, right?