One summer during college, I had a habit of getting baked in the morning and then proceeding on my mellow way to the supermarket to buy a whole lot of things that made no sense. Most of the groceries would eventually go bad in the fridge, the concept of the ingredients having passed into the ether by early afternoon. Everything about those little excursions — my mismatched clothes, the gentle swerve of my driving, and the very absent expression on my face — comes back to me as this track plays.Geoff Bastow - Bubble And Squeak
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