Rock Gods, Our Humble Butts Thank You
Sometimes, the Rock Gods randomly plant a barely used black leather sectional couch in your front yard.
Sometimes, opportunity knocks in the form of a flamboyant Ethiopian man with a toothless, spotted meth-head in tow, asking how much you want for said couch.
Sometimes, fate is just kind enough to have made the larger section of that couch in the exact dimensions of the empty space in your recording studio where a couch should be.
Sometimes, you’re smart enough to outwit the growing group of addicts, hoarders, and opportunists crowding around the smaller section of the couch and you manage to get $20 for it, laughing as you and one of your fellow HoEs pick up your newly found, perfectly sized treasure and carry it a mere 20 feet into the garage.
Yes, sometimes, the Rock Gods are this generous. And we are grateful.
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That is amazing! Hooray!