I’m in another world, one where Eminem is my boyfriend and I’m not ashamed. I walk to the corner store to purchase some gin, the sidewalk is paved with ice cubes, my feet are blades of stainless steel sharpened to perfection. I find myself in a Nicaraguan shanty from which I hear the Beach Boys singing California Dreaming and I think to myself , is the MaMa and the PaPas version really the standard? I recover to understand it sure is.
As I wake up my thoughts drift to the issue of the day. Suspicious Minds. Certainly they suck. Brought up on the Fine Young Cannibals version I can’t help but find this coked up Elvis version rather fab.
You figure it out, I’m too exhausted to bother, but I feel better already.