In my next life, the one that will be spent in a daze walking lazily up and down thehipster dome of Brooklyn’s Bedford Avenue, high fiving passing musicians, and eating cheap noodles from the local deli, I’ll have one connect the dot tattoo that spells out the name of my band. And another with the name of my ex-girlfriend. Ah, yes. That will be cool, indeed.
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