It all started with a parking ticket. A measly, fucking twenty dollar parking ticket.
I come to the conclusion that the reason people smoke, snort or whatever is an equational phenomenon. They are raised as sad, tragic people. they are blue. They become meek and fearful from their sadness. they are yellow. So they get high so they can be like, Fuck it. they are green. The only way I know that I am not going crazy is because musicians have already sang about the crazy shit I think about. Here's this.
The Good, The Bad, And The Queen-Behind The Sun
Betty Everett-God Only Knows
Beach Boys- I Just Wasn't Made for These Times
Boards of Canada-1969
Camera Obscura-If Looks Could Kill
Del TFHS- Don't forget the Bass
Jeru the Damaja- Rap Wars (old school gully/eighth grade satchmo)