The W.N.
Okay, you win. I call your phone and your ex has it, still not sure what his name is: we had a genuine conversation about space travel, guitars, german shepherds, tarot cards, etc. I gave in and played on these message boards: now indians are contacting me and people are jacking my style. Can’t we call a truce? Can’t I just make you a mixtape and have it act as a peace offering? You and me, we’re miners, this is old California right now.
