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March 2012
Didn’t: Freudian slip a racial slur.
Did: this.
And since we know that an end will come. It makes our living almost too much fun.
In 27 years, I’ve drunk fifty thousand beers.
<3 you, Awl newsletter.
(Also Lindsay Lohan is apparently trying to stay famous by becoming Lana Del Rey.)
(how long till someone names her daughter Tracking Pixel?)
Favorite part:
Kenn had planned to spend just a year in the United States, but within ten months of moving to New York, he flew to Chicago. He spoke little-to-no English, and knew virtually nobody in the city; he just knew he wanted to make music. Chief Keef’s uncle Keith discovered him walking down the street in Woodlawn (a neighborhood that is 98 percent African American), and found him a place to stay. “He took me to an apartment right there across the street”—Kenn gestures out the front window—”and I stayed over there and started to do music. Keef came through, [Fredo] Santana came through, and we started recording.”