David Silver has ditched his dreams of
hip-hop glory to run away with an unlikely
paramour. With her shoulder to lean on, he travels the globe to more highly elevated and barren zip codes to escape
the face that haunts his (and humanity's) nightmares.
But there is
no escape.
This post is a shout-out to my old buddy Katmass and the many nights we spent boozing in The Peach Pit.
4 comments:
ok either their car just crashed in the canyon or they pushed a car down the canyon.
i guess we'll never know!
hehehe!!!!!
So there was actually glory in hip hop? Interesting...
Steve - Hopefully Donna Martin was in that car!
Eric - Well, yeah, if your idea of glory is everlasting gobstoppers of cocaine, enormous gold chains, and even huger egos.
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