Labor Day approacheth. And I'm ready to drag my weary self into a much-needed weekend of battery recharging. Speaking of weary, here's a nice song to stumble around town to with your gang of wasted clowns, seeking deeper degrees of numbness in the druggy night.
I suppose that's a good enough note to mention a little break from the 'blague. How does a week sound? Pretty good to me. See you back around 9/10.
Iggy Pop - Nightclubbing
