Grabbing a plastic garbage bag full of my clothes, I slung my laptop bag over my other shoulder, only to have it slide off and smash into the grooved cement floor of the downtown Los Angeles parking garage. Up in my friend’s apartment, my computer slowly coughed its way toward death and a complete Windows reinstall, wiping out several years of meticulously collected and organized mp3s.
Half is backed up on several hundred CDs in two gigantic binders on the passenger seat of my car. Half isn’t.
Homeless, with no specific career ideas in mind and an empty iTunes folder, I guess now’s as good a time as ever to start over fresh.
I think maybe I’ll listen exclusively to mellow rap. I think maybe I’ll pick up a nickname. I think I’ll get a tattoo.
Yeah, definitely the tattoo part.
[Buy.]
Word.
Yeah. I like your post.