In which I mimic Salim, my lost sibbling

Slim and I coffeed with Tammy at Citizen Cake this morning. two things:

she rocks. really. a reason to go to a great place.

salim rocks too.

so here's the deal: the best part of the 80s has been forgotten - mix tapes. as in tapes. the real deal. fuck cds man, that's almost ruined it. may even have ruined it. sadly my tape deck ate my last tribe called quest tape and I've never trusted it since then. maybe my next present to self...