probably one of my biggest weaknesses is how prone to nostalgia and sentimentality i am and this song triggers all of that in me especially the desire to run off some corny prose about shimmery asphalt. i would have too except that today i've been stuck inside all day with a motherfucker of a head cold doped up to my watery red rimmed eyeballs and shuffling around the house in tatty grey ug boots. i feel cold and ugly and bored. young roscoe is high and fly and enjoying the sunshine. i can almost remember what that's like!
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