I was lying in bed on a lazy drunken Saturday in the middle of the night.
A whole bunch of albums all stacked up, ready to play one side after the other, all crackly and fuzzy and ready to drop.
Music full of songs about rain and cowboys singing about lost love.
I'd kick my feet out and knock a bottle of whiskey across the floor, hands struggling to find one last cigarette.
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