I feel your blood run cold and it’s an ugly Sunday morning…
Posted on December 20th, 2007 by Josh Hathaway
It’s cold and rainy. A gloomy fog has covered the sun and it’s darker than a carload of assholes at 2:00 on a Thursday afternoon. The situation demands a cup of coffee (something I rarely drink), a fresh pack of smokes, and some Mark Lanegan. Better yet, make that a small glass of whiskey, a pack of smokes, and stale, smelly, smoke-filled haze that mixes with the damp fog of the afternoon as nightfall rolls in.
That voice; the sound of dangerous despair. “I count the million miles I’m drifting from here to hell today.”
And they say romance is dead.
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