Fuck you, night
So I awake from a three-hour drunken nap and stagger to the computer after brushing my mouth because the sour tang of beer will not leave it and I see I have something in my inbox from the Delgados' mailing list titled simply "Press Release" and I know what is coming before I even open it.
The Delgados are no more. And I only got to see them twice.
Fuck.
The Delgados are no more. And I only got to see them twice.
Fuck.