Half a Bottle of Beer and Torn Jeans
A rhythmless nation of errors
There’s something about an ice-cold Pacifico that quenches the thirst. Hold the lime and salt, please.
I saw Snoh Aalegra, in all her awesomeness. She gave me Michael Jackson, Sade, Floetry, and Alicia Keys all wrapped into one body of art, sending me through corridors of euphonious rhythms.