Cue the soppy love song cuz...
https://youtu.be/8qi7SlM1eDk
This song is a real tearjerker, I was all fallen out of love with my Berkeley psychology major ecstasy popping rave party slut so-cal jewgirl back in Spain but the universe had rolled on, I was back in Sydney and she back in California. This song was all the rage in Australia in those days. Super poignant and all homey. I asked my father to get a mortgage on the house and give me five thousand dollars so I could go live in California and we got to the bank and he said come inside so I can explain this to the bank people and I was all like, no, just get the money so I can go. He refused that.
I called american immigration about a visa and the recorded message was saying to provide my visa card number so I could pay $10 or $20 just to listen to the recorded message??? (WTF??)
In hindsight, this was a sign Clinton's america was on a war footing or something, relative to Benji. On September 11, 2001, I was pretty comfortable in Richmond VA at 1005 Grove Ave second storey nearest the road by VCU, just sayin'. Anyway I was saying in Biloxi..... I spent a day sticking up sheetrock in a cheap kind of slap together american house valued around the 100k mark I guess. It was tiring work and I went to a cornerstore to get some ice or something and started drawling my super slow Australian outback accent like from Richmond VA days and the outback and shit and Americans are practically saluting me when that happens coz they love that accent.
The moral of the story is that broken hearts really are for assholes, like the Frank Zappa song says. I was mentioning my kind of bare bones love-life as a teenager. Also kissing the East Timorese girl, Maria, at a big party I threw as a fifteen year old, in my crib, the one recently sold for 630k, the one I asked pops to get me a 5k mortgage gift on.
I kinda avoided girls around the teenage years then took the pornstar plunge with some 22 year old Serbian when I was 18. If your brother is Joseph Stalin and eight years older than you and using you for a punching bag from ages 10-16 (when you knock his tooth out) then it's a safe bet to go with the Serb. Even my wife is half Serb, half Russian, that's the surest stalinist bet. Not for everyone but you wouldn't understand unless you were raised in a commie Russian country or had Joseph Stalin for an eight years older brother using you as his punching bag in the afterlife.
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness, you shouldn't leave me alone! Boohoo bro, where's the Kleenex???
Run and tell that homeboy...
https://youtu.be/VKsVSBhSwJg
Anyway Bill Clinton, I would absolutely have a teacher student relationship with him based on saxophone. He's very accomplished at that I think and I spent a year in grade seven at it. There was an Irish kind of musical group called the Hothouse Flowers, I used to listen to them quite a lot when I was like twelve or something. There's a lot of very good saxophone music on their Home album. This song from it doesn't have any though, also a moody kind of out of love love song....
https://youtu.be/w5f9RPjW4xY
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Irish music cuz... Credit where credit's due... Lot of warring against the Irish from the English over the centuries, you don't hear about that much....
https://youtu.be/orfhLLo7XDs
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