SoTD: Rilo Kiley “Portions for Foxes”
I’m more than happy to slam the shifter into 5th gear, slide into the left lane and leave Hump Day in the rear view. We’re more than halfway through the work week and on into the drinking days. For the first time in 2014, the ice cream truck is wailing outside my window. Come July I’ll be sick of that damned tune but today it sounds like the trumpeting of the angels. Another sign of the turning of the weather is that my neighbors are once again showing their generosity by sharing their god-awful music with everyone in a three block radius. As soon as the weather hits 60, it’s time to park your beat-ass Accord in the street and pump your system that is worth more than the car housing it. I can hear it now, the song of their people; boom-de-boom-de, boom-de-boom-de. It makes me wonder how one can listen to the same damn beat in every song?
A Serious Thinking Problem 