Sometimes it's easy to love pulling into our garage and our endless California coast, and then sometimes a favorite Easterner pays you a visit and the whole record scratches, and you pine for one more date back on the suddenly charming as hell in your memory Atlantic Ave.
A shot of Montero's for you then, where you better hope no one knows your name. Someday we'll clank Buds, eat chips and hit the 8 ball too soon again.
I effing miss you, and you all know who you are!!!
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