I Like My Sugar With Coffee and Cream

a brief explanation on my theories of the Beastie Boys and the excellence of Hello Nasty

I am extremely fried and drained right now, a crispy and forgotten husk at the bottom of a basket, and so in my exhaustion I thought I would write at length about the Beastie Boys.

I know that I can so easily lose myself in paths of ceaseless pining, the downward spiral of yearning for lost days, times past, the idea of the way things were. All that I …