Okay, so don't slash me with several machine guns. I'm listening to Donald Fagen, Brigitte has just retired and my tiny boy is pretending to be asleep.
So all is right with the world.
So it was disturbing when Brigitte came out here and asked why I was crying.
How do you tell someone you're really all right, it just seems necessary to cry? For me, music is the trigger -- it just kills me. It's ingrained in my DNA. It's so hard to explain. Christ, just talking about it makes me tired.
But let me tell you, you bastards, every loving one of you, that there is no better place to be on this earth than Donald Fagen singing from way back when, when I used to be young, back in 1982.
I could be wrong about dates, but then, you can
uhh
kiss my ass.
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