The Lakers have no significant assets under contract other than an aged Kobe Bryant, who has spent the second half of this season alternately rehabbing his broken leg, vowing revenge, promoting a shoe line, un-following his teammates from Twitter, and boasting about “how his collection of [Darth Vader piano] masterpieces has reached a crescendo of domination.”
I’ve seen skeleton mothers and hungry folks Across from the street from the kitchens that cook dinner the most Sometimes you hear whispers by the dark of the moon That we promised too much and gave it too soon Even our cops and our thievers compete I come from the nation of heat
Oh man, being Ben Gibbard’s friend would be the worst. Can you imagine? Trying to stay awake during the Death Cab documentary, because he’s sitting right next to you. Meeting Zooey for the first time, looking into her glassy eyes and knowing THAT wasn’t going to last. Having to meet Ben in the food court after one of his performances with the Twilight: New Moon Hot Topic Mall Tour. It goes on and on. I’m just kidding. I wish Ben Gibbard was my friend.