I'll give you three Deane Bolands for a Kinks album

Did I ever tell you the Kinks f*cking rock!? Because they f*ckin do.

I met 'er in a cave in east Kenya,
then I hopped on a plane and gave it to ya...
Ebola... Oh-oh-oh ebola... la la la eboooollllaaa

No seriously. I've been listening to them and the Shins the past week, it gives me a rest from my own music, which I have been working on as fiendishly as a humpback with a speech impediment. Yeah I know that metaphor doesn't quite work, but fuck me if it isn't funny. The winds of change are a'blowin over my little house out here in Benicia- my landlord's selling, and that means we have these realtors over here checking out our place oh, say, maybe once every other hour. I woke up the other day with roughly forty people in my house. They were all meticulously groomed and made up with ties and business suits, I was topless in my pajamas. It could've been a cool party if everyone brought a bottle. And liked each other. And weren't there for money. But hey, I digress- in that situation I did the thing that required the least effort. I just grabbed my phone and walked outside. Ten minutes later they were all gone, leaving a pile of business cards on the kitchen table in their wake. Funny- the Prudential business cards all look eerily the same except for a little picture of the realtor on the front. We have like sixty of these little cards, spread across the table. Enough to trade. "I'll give ya three Deane Bolands for a Marianne Moody" "No man, my Marianne's not going for anything but a Paul Belasco..." "Well, FUCK! You lowballing bastard!" etc... So anyway, the "estate sale" we have going on is a little weird.
As for where I'm going. I don't really know, which is actually at this point, still a novelty for me. That should wear off soon, replaced by the cold reality of having to find a place to live in the Bay. But in the meantime, I'm enjoying it- party like it's 1999!*

*Ed note- Brendan has, unfortunately, been savagely influenced by pop culture. His strong mind has been clouded by Simpsons quotes, bad jokes, and Bumblebee tuna jingles. For those of you who do not understand the above reference to the Prince song, please replace the aformentioned date with some year far more applicable. Say, 2006.

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