Saturday, September 27, 2008

Untitled...(cause i'm drawing a blank)

As I sit in McCarren airport still drunk from the night before, stuffing my face with one of those Wolfgang Puck express sandwiches, for some reason this song keeps repeating in my head. Makes me think... Christopher Cross would kick Robin Thicke's ass. I imagine him stacking tires in some junkyard in Jersey. No disrespect. Great song.

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