If you are lucky enough to experience the spoils Los Angeles has to offer, it can be quite charming––bright, friendly, perpetually chillax.
The year was 1968…and the King had gone silent.
Output’s rooftop is a reflection of its local community. It’s overpriced, exclusive, and comfortable.
You’re at a party, tossing drinks back, pretending you know how to dance, and suddenly, the aux is passed to you. A pit grows in your stomach.
Whenever I hear a cover at a concert, I usually let out a long, exasperated “ugh,” followed by some aloof remark about the lack of originality or aesthetic laziness.
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You’re at a party, tossing drinks back, pretending you know how to dance, and suddenly, the aux is passed to you. A pit grows in your stomach.
You’re at a party, tossing drinks back, pretending you know how to dance, and suddenly, the aux is passed to you. A pit grows in your stomach.
You’re at a party, tossing drinks back, pretending you know how to dance, and suddenly, the aux is passed to you. A pit grows in your stomach.
You’re at a party, tossing drinks back, pretending you know how to dance, and suddenly, the aux is passed to you. A pit grows in your stomach.
I imagine it isn’t easy being a Mormon missionary.