My oh my. Paul Moss lives behind my house. And it feels weird to (always) bump into him in his ride BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE PUTTING MY HEAD OUT OF MY CAR'S WINDOW AND SING TO HIM. But of course, it didn't happen for crying out loud.
Maybe I should just start busking in front of his gate. Everyday.
OOOOOOH POOOOOOOOOOL
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