This is a call from the days of old, that means the Sonics too. Got this cassette jammin', the P Jam is chillin' me. Remembering Sam Perkins, the Schremf er, Glove boy, nice team. Current state of Seattle hoop wise is not good. It was awesome how Seattle basketball rose with the music. But we peaked after the death of grunge. And the rise of the Bulls. Heart broken...not spirit. Soul searching...like Jonathan Fucking Seagull made my new math yrs suck. I just wanted to read about Robert Earl Hughes in those yrs.
Seattle, oh, this view is mine everyday. From the Needle. Roamed throughout this short myriad of buildings backward and forward. Down to Yesler and the INT to Broadway to the U district. I love my town. A shout out to the Coastal Kitchen on 15nth Ave E. You read my blog and go to Seattle...go to the Coastal. Say the "falafel man" sent you. And back to Ballard too, bee yutch.
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