Remember “Cunt Hunt”, he said.
And he said it like it was a kick-ass Beastie Boys song or a Tarantino flick, or some must-see TV show from back in the weekly episodic daze…
but I did remember it. Remembered it – sadly – so well.
We were having a party. Some guy’s birthday. And I’d made all these mixtapes of 80s bangers…
There was beer on the floor and heads…
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