So eighteen years ago, All yall lazies was watchin' the boob tube, and you know what? I was busy that day, I was creating a chaos like substance known as anarchy. I lit a pub on fire, stole a p.a. system, and got my first guitar. It wasn't about any race, it wasn't about Rodney King, it was about coming to a higher plane, and staying on top of that plane. That's what I was doing, word.
R.I.P. Bradley Nowell
Writing in association with Paul Tatum press.
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