Remind me to listen to the new Roots album.
Derek Jeter is a very important man in my life. Rookie the year I was born and (in a strange turn of events) retires the year I get married. Or should I say retires the year I graduate high school? Doesn’t matter because I’m going to be a fragile man come October.
I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever.
Well he sure as shit wasn’t coming to New York so he might as well go to fucking Cleveland.