i've dined with kings, i've been offered wings (and i've never been too impressed)
Happy birthday, Bobby D! Some 12-year-old kid who hated Justin Bieber happened to take your last copy of Blood on the Tracks at HMV Fairview before I could. I am happy that there are twelve-year-olds that appreciate you, despite the fact that this one was whining to her mother about how they didn't have the Cure and kept criticizing everybody who liked Justin Bieber // didn't know who the Cure were. Well anyway, intolerant-of-other-people's-music-tastes-girl, enjoy the record, and remember to celebrate Zimbo's birthday today. #thisishalfsarcasm.
69 years and strong. I won't write much, because I've only discovered your music recently (say a year and a half?) but can't even begin to write about how much it's affected me, and how much I know it's affected the world; so for now I'll just stick with another Happy Birthday, keep trying to figure out exactly how many roads I will have to walk down, and think of all a-manner of lyrical references.
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Whenever I'm stuck in some kind of rut, I like to remember that all things will come to pass eventually. And then I remember that they won't pass unless I do something about it.
I hope you're having a much, much better day than I am. :(