who are you anyway.. bob marley?
its all cover for male bonding time.
or secret gay orgies.
either way, im unimpressed.
how havn't you produced any actual music from these hours of colaboration with your fellow musicians?
why bother calling it a jam session if all you do is smoke weed and gossip like little girls.
the part that kills me..
is that they're talking about me right now.
at this very moment, they are talking about me. he is talking about me. and thinking about me, and us.
but he won't call me.
and they won't ever tell me what they talked about.
because what happens in a jam session..
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