W.A.A.O.D.

been trying to summarize all of my feelings from the weezer show. but whilst perusing karls column came across (not literally) this article. (@mish mash)
someone put the feelings into descriptive sentences describing the human condition as it was at the warfield april 29th 2005.
Maybe I was too close too it to be able to do anything except feel it.
or
Bushmills makes some fine whiskey, and a smart drunk is a bad drunk.
Because really if you were smart would you get that drunk?
btb we are all on drugs

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