I used to be an adorable, hairy hippy who stomped around on lysergic acid diethylamide drinking stolen heineken kegs and sticking it to the man while bluegrass jam bands serenaded my mates into my lair. Tonight I cried when this song came on my shuffled playlist and reminded me of who I am supposed to be. I’ll be myself again, I promise.

 

In the meantime, Thanks Obama.

“Bird in the House” – Railroad Earth

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