Bushwick. Shit; I’m still only in Bushwick. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the jungle.
Billy Joel was there.
So was Craig Wedren.
Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Rami Malek dusts off his Freddie Mercury mustache he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
Michael Kolb’s just gonna have to head up that river by himself. He’s got the chops – that voice; the tunes. Tunes about cars, miracles, and bikes. It’s all Bushwick, man. It’s alright, it’s alright.
It’s a good start.
Kolb
Ramp Local
--Ryan
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