I have this dream where I write this one song-this great song I know is great, because everyone who hears it says so, including the music execs who suddenly hear it and call to buy rights-and it gets stolen by some faceless man with a plaid shirt and trucker hat. I track him down to a diner off the freeway somewhere in the Midwest, having driven
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