Saturday, March 2, 2019

The Salinghetti Chronicles Vol 163, Track 1

SC Vol. 163, T1

Team Sleep - Delorian

....eyes opened again to the sight of the water stained ceiling.  Where am I?  sounds of cars outside make me think of a highway motel.  Lights, neon.  Typical.  There is the faint smell of damp piss rising up from the carpet and there is some movement in the bathroom.  Don’t really know who I want to see coming out of there.  There is a tv on the table by the wall, by the door, what the hell are these wood panels on the walls, good god have I been sent back to the seventies?

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