For Eugene Hütz

I have to thank you for the music, for the sacred darlings, and their greencard husbands. All night purples dancing mussolini vs. stalin: how to write nomad chronicles. Let's get radical on the border and claim that we're undestructable, whereas in the old time, in the old time it was not a crime. And since you were a twenty, we were once twenty too. Two fingered revolutions on Ave B., the coin skirt and real dirt. Fuck me! Globally speaking, you indigent punk, nu jenya! shto blat?! klass! Nu vot, and that's how you knew to fly, when the time's right -- Sally's contra-world underdogs strike.