Dedicated to the man that may have been too young to fall in love but maybe he’s not too young to fall dead, alone, in some random foreign street:
Keeping with the Crue theme for my crew seems fitting.
A short 6-hours later.
I have returned with the hope of antibodies fighting off the potential ravages of tattoo disease; you know what I’m talking about, well probably.
What did I get? A clue:
Today seems like a right occasion to remind all– tattoos hurt.
The worst part of today’s work– was not listening to that Adele tune, Nah. It was having to hear that same song 3 times during the process, you know– the one about “wishing the best for you.”
FYI, Adele is a more generous person than DR, I would not wish that fool anything other than maybe an endless case of “the clap.”
PS, thanks to the dude mentioned in that song– Adele’s next 37 boyfriends were likely all reminded how they were not “the man.”
I mean, she unmistakably exclaims– she’ll find her own version of that particularly marvelous chap. To do so probably includes making all those after boys dress like him and do all type of things that she romanticizes that dude had previously done. Of course, the main problem with her nostalgia is that she is likely making up a high-standard of a previous reality that did not actually exist.
Say whatever ya want about Adele’s tunes, but lyrically her words tend to match up with the real world reality, no?