The Golden Gate
I am an adult, and even if an adult happens to use up his entire lifetime complement of neurotransmitters on a single day's schoolwork and then gets on the web and is once again reminded what actually comprises his future profession, he will not complain. It is not done. Das man does not do it.
I could make a lot of gestures here, but probably the best is to do something I’ve meant to do for a while and post a song about jumping off a bridge. It’s the second single off the record, if you want to think of it that way; about seven megabytes. Of the eleven songs it’s my favorite.