This track and a few others evoke some of my most nostalgic feelings. They bring me back to hot summer nights dancing in a house full of music, friends, booze, and love. Gin buckets and clove-cigarettes. Drinks and sunrise-watching on the roof. Late night walks up and down secret staircases. Potato, cheese, and sour cream burritos from Molcasalsa turned Alanbertos. I realized recently that what was happening in that house was pretty damn insane. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
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