Roost is like finding an old pair of rollerblades in the closet... tossing em on and boogyin on downtown to the laundromat, next to the graveyard, to pick up your clothes you forgot the other day. Then on a joyous afternoon ride home you spot Eugene at the 'ole full service gas station and stop to smoke a few smokes and talk about things that just don't matter.

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