Sitting at Katr, waiting for a hungover James to awaken from his hibernation, I’m mildly shocked to hear There Was a Little Boy by Toy Matinee dribble down from the sound system buckets. It’s been centuries since I’ve listened to it, though I recognized it almost immediately. Normally, I’d be filled with nostalgia and start ordering beers, but I’ve been trying to work past normality for a good while now.
Fuck um.
