Journal #17: The Curse of Cozy Home Records

FRIDAY AM I wake up stapled to a Dr Seuss dinghy and poke my head out of the makeshift trench that I scrabbled on the island floor in the middle of the night. The coast appears to be clear, just plastic junk and waves for as far as my fogged up eyes can see. Were … Continue reading Journal #17: The Curse of Cozy Home Records

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