Furry hats and collars, back with a vengance.
Folks milling around as we wait at Atlantic Ave for the clearup after a stalled train.
My man had the headphones blasting the oldies, classic soul and R & B. He was singing an unapologetic accompaniment, but while I think he was going for Barry White, it was coming out more half Tone Loc, half someone who has one of those synthetic voice boxes.
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Great stuff...I can smell the wool
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