Um, and yes it is rather late. Shut up. I just have to say that my recent obsession with Ryan Adams is partially attributable to Eddie. It is this happy-sad love affair with a scruffy man who makes me want to smile and cry alternatively. Love it, hate it, it is all there. And hence I love Eddie.
Oh and p.s. Ryan? If you see this? Besos from me and Murph - we love you in a scruffy, non-materialistic, guys that play instruments are freaking hot - kind of way.
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If I can, even partially, be responsible for said obsession, then it could be argued that I am doing my job. What job is that? I really have no idea, and therein lies my problem. One of my problems.
"I wish you would come pick me up
Take me out, fuck me up, steal my records.
Screw all my friends behind my back, with a smile on your face.
And then do it again"
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