herein lies the blague of a music booking agent transplanted from the rebel capital of philadelphia into the heart of the midwest.
I guess you can ask me that, sure.
name's Christianna LaBuz. i am way too nerdy to have such a cool job.
Smoking is rubbish, most of the time. But if I’d never smoked, I’d never have met Kurt Vonnegut. We were both at a huge party in New York, and I sneaked out onto the balcony for a cigarette, and there he was, smoking. So we talked—about C. S. Forester, I seem to remember. (That’s just a crappy and phony figure of speech. Of course I remember.) So tell your kids not to smoke, but it’s only fair to warn them of the downside, too: that they will therefore never get the chance to offer the greatest living writer in America a light. Nick Hornby, The Polysyllabic Spree, pg 44.
Kill your darlings. After you back them up. Scott Robbin http://twitter.com/#!/srobbin
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