Dude,
that pic looks like a stillshot from a vaguely homoerotic punkflick. Like, The Living End or something.
Wherever you are looks like a sweet spot to come out to at night with cheap beers, a gallon or two of hard liquor, veggie dogs, marijuana, good friends, an acoustic guitar, and a tambourine or something.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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