[Ed. Note--This post has been edited to make me seem less egregiously asinine than I really am.]
Tonight I went to Antone’s for a Freddie Fender tribute night.
I caught the 484 home at 12:40a. The rain poured down the whole way and I shivered in anticipation. When the bus stopped I got off with J5 assaulting my ears as I made my way home in the downpour.
[...]
Or maybe I’m just drunk and should stop typing now.
Fuck. Evil bitches. Who needs ‘em?
I do. Because who else is left to understand me, and who wants to die alone?
etc.: broke 3100 page views today.
I’m some kind of freak now and
You’ll never see me the same
What’s all the fuss about?
Are you sure you wanna find out?
Cause once you know the truth
You might wish you’d walked away
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
What if I’m not able
To put my cards on the table?
And would it liberate you
If you knew what I knew?
It’s been over a year now and
I never saw him again
The facts and the fiction
Collide as the bodies untangle
And the traffic moves on like it did
–Liz Phair, Take a Look
