So it was spoken and so it is. There's nothing more to be writ than has already been wrought. Inuit Jargon lives inside of each and every one of us. Whether they’ve touched your heart, got stuck in your head, or left a speck of dirt in your eye -- it's where they belong, and it just feels right.

I’ve gotten used to the feeling of this dirt in my eye, and though it seems my vision is starting to blur, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take to show my devotion to what is clearly among the great musical collectives in history. Shaun can have his stripper entourage. Andrew can have his name mentioned with some of the greats. DJ Tanner, if nothing else, will always have the French underground scene.

But, Matt, this eye’s for you. May a tear never leave its duct again for fear of purging the great sacrifice I’ve accepted in your honor, a sacrifice that transcends fame, fortune, and strippers. At least eye think so.

 

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