Jim Holden would unironically listen to 90s grunge.
“Flies in the Vaseline,” he’d say, creasing his brow, lips downturned. “That’s all we are. Remember that.”
Jim Holden would unironically listen to 90s grunge.
“Flies in the Vaseline,” he’d say, creasing his brow, lips downturned. “That’s all we are. Remember that.”