Dear Everything is New,
Remember when we went out and drank indie clubs dry of Red Stripe dancing like fools in check lumber jack shirts and skinny jeans? good times! i haven’t seen you in a while and now you are hanging out with a different crowd, i was ready to hate you for deserting me who else will drink Jamaican beer with me?
What did I have to worry about you done good man, still made me happy and sad, dance and shout just like old mates do. listen just ease up on the cave echo, i know it makes you sound like an omnipotent god but grates after a while! so doesn’t matter you have gon back to your roots were still cool aren’t we? you are still as catchy just in a different, more echoie, way.
Vic
