‘I work for a landlord fixing holes in walls and locks and cleaning up vomit and various assorted other disgusting tasks.’ - Brett Sanderson
So I had a chat with Headlights on my patio when they were in town and later came to these realizations:
1. After constant and repeated listening, Headlights’ music only gets better;
2. They’re the nicest band in the history of music;
3. They seem to genuinely love each other;
4. There is still goodness left in the world;
5. They spend way too much time together;
6. They do not all have sex together;
7. They need a bigger van;
8. They smell better when they’re leaving my house, than when they arrive; and,
9. Before they left, they broke my toilet, but it’s a small price to pay for all the joy they bring me.
A really smart and strange little black cat has been hanging out on my patio, sitting next to me on a patio chair while I write. Whenever I open my screen door (day or night) he’s there within seconds trying to force his way into my house.
One evening I was on the phone in my kitchen and he walked out of the hallway leading to my bedroom and past me into the living room. The little fucker snuck in and had been hanging out inside all day. Didn?t leave a hair and didn?t piss or shit. Good cat.
I was interviewing Headlights that afternoon and I think they must?ve accidentally let him in while they were breaking my toilet that day.
YES HEADLIGHTS. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.
You think I didn?t hear that toilet running non-stop when you left?
Anyway, this is Orwell:
So I named him Orwell, and then found out from my landlord Salomon that the 4 month old female kitten is his wife?s, and her name is Cecil. (Though Salomon?s from El Salvador and pronounces it Sessil). Cecil is a suck pet name, so I?m going to continue to call him Orwell.
You should call him Orwell too.
