Sometimes you’re a music critic but you haven’t written anything in a while, and you wonder if you’re only in the game for the dollar bills and mad pussy but then you finish off a piece you’ve been working on for a while and it’s like “YEAH!” and you throw your hands up and turn Super Saiyan and you smash through the roof and fly into space where Kenny Powers gives you some advice about the power of self-belief, muchacho, and you high five before he fuckin’ plows through Saturn and gives it another ring. You fly back to Earth and receive a Nobel Prize for successfully writing another article about the kids and 90s nostalgia and not mentioning LCD Soundsystem and now every band in the world simultaneously respects and fears you. You sit down and have a cold, refreshing beer, because buddy, you earned it.
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