Nashville Skyline now on 8 on 8 track.

It looks great.

It's an artifact.

That was the understandable Bob Dylan.

That's right.

That was his country album.

Tonight I'll be staying here with you.

My suitcase out the window.

From the smallest room in New York City comes a show that gives you a reason to live,

Chinatown, a blood stain on the ceiling of a bathroom in a Chinatown hair salon.

Carad Al Barado, the owner of Grace Unisex Hair Salon, said,

there was blood coming from the second floor. I was sure somebody was dead upstairs, because that's not normal.

That's right. If you're getting blood from the second floor,

either someone's dead or the apartment upstairs is on the rag.

Besides the blood, there was also a tell-tale smell.

That's the worst thing about dying alone in a New York City apartment. Especially in the hottest month of the blood. There was also a telltale smell. That's the worst thing about dying alone in a New York City apartment.

Especially in the hottest month of the year, not only not surrounded by loved ones,

but you're going to stink up the building like a rat who got stuck in the radiator.

But she thought it was some kind of, she thought it was nearby porta-potties.

Port-a-potties with a weekend's worth of hot summer shit and piss brewing in the well.

As bad as death smells, you know, life really gives it a run for its money.

Now when people in Chinatown think something smells bad, you better believe them.

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