Your Racist Friend, They might be giants

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1988, in the kitchen at City I told John Story I made enough on residuals that I didn’t have to work all the time, explaining the gap in my employment history. Kelly G has told me to check out these guys from SF who play weird instruments on stage. Go see them at Lingerie, she tells me, but I don’t. Then KROQ plays don’t let’s start and I get into it. I wear that green striped smock, tight at the neck, and wish it was now.