Feeling kind of off tonight, dear reader. Not sick, but just off. I’m very tired. I may have to have the doctor check for tsetse fly bites again. I’m reasonably confident that I haven’t been to Africa recently, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if those evil goddamn flies had managed to sneak their parasitic asses over to Tijuana and then tucked into my delicious system whilst I was down there very selflessly doing battle with the tequila gods, dancing with the girls in the red dresses, and tutoring the youth in the ways of righteousness. Typical. No good dead goes unpunished.
Of course, it’s likely not African Sleeping Sickness induced by the bite of the malevolent and shitty tsetse fly. My offness is most likely self-inflicted, if I’m honest. Gosh darn all that whiskey and vice.

N.P.: “The Hunted (feat. James Lavelle) – Timo Maas

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