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Pity me oh pity me dear reader. Not just because I have had Ke$ha’s “Tick Tock” stuck in my head for the last 3 days, though that is reason enough. That damn synth sound…so infectious. Anyway, don’t pity me for that, however deserving it may be. Don’t pity me because I just ran out of Coffee Bean Vanilla Iced Coffee (read: crack cocaine) and am stuck in the San Fernando Valley with no car and no means to procure more caffeinated deliciousness. No, don’t pity me for that, however pitiful it may be. Don’t pity me because I just spent the better part of an hour trying, to no avail, to find an embeddable version of David Bowie’s “Ashes to Ashes” video because it’s fucking hilarious and amazing. Pity me because not only are all of these things true, but I won’t ever be able to experience the first time I heard this song, late at night, coming over the top of the hill dividing Los Angeles proper from the Valley, the irony* of listening to a song about Brooklyn on the left coast not lost. Sigh**.

So enjoy, I sure did.

*Irony like the alanis morisette song. So, not irony at all, actually. Just semi-notable passing coincidence.

**Yes I am prone to over-sentimentalizing moments. Fuck you if you’re not. Your memoir is going to be fucking boring and I won’t read it.