irish sea shanties with layers of different genres.

Be 7 at a family cook out in late july. Your uncle is drunk, sitting in a fishing chair, rambling about his high school football career and life before his wife left him. you feel uncomfortable, yet obligated to stay as a single, glorious tear rolls down his cheek.

rolled my eyes when i saw this pop up. uh,, yeah. its john lennon. i dont fucking know.

Sitting no car seat in the passenger side of my brothers mustang or in the back of my mom’s mini van.