Saturday, August 16, 2008

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged . . .



Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin . . . .

I fucking love this remix. I remember having this on a tape at night, in my college roommate's car, as we drove through a toll booth, over a bridge, and into New York City in the summer of 1995. We were 20, and the air was electric with possibility.

The internet will never let us forget anything.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh my gosh, that song brings back memories. i don't think I've heard it since college. ah, life back in the day...

-LC

Anonymous said...

Love the car phone and cassette tape ...
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