Things I’ve heard from my window #29:

“I’m sick of the transit vans, unpacking your drums, packing your drums, no one ever comes. Face it Tom, you’re never gonna be a rock star. I’m way too good for you. I can make creme brulee. From scratch mother fucker!”

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