Went to see a band tonight and they wouldn’t play my favourite tunes, it’s 2012 but I like the ones from 1992, there was no place to sit and goddamnit I couldn’t use my phone, and fuck if the singer didn’t joke that we all looked like cookie-cutter clones, and they played too long and I didn’t like his new words, about guys in tennis shoes and moderately talented yet attractive young girls, when I get home I tell you just what I’m gonna do – I’m gonna cry me a river…

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