the cool kids – when fish ride bicycles

All the fixed gear lovers of the world have a new reason to turn up the bill of their ’86 Scwhinn bike cap while eyeballing that pencil thin mustache and feel like a real cool kid. The beats hit like the cross eyed summer sweat underneath the cul-de-sac street lamp which circles your concrete curb party like the landing of those close encounters of the 3rd kind kind and Clint glances over his shoulder on the way to the fridge in the oil slicked garage to refresh his cold pop and just drops a four beat robot move, smiles to himself, refreshes and returns to the 3rd kind… Join the block party rock, won’t you?

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