Sometimes I speak like a teenage girl, cause I’m cray cray. I don’t remember the exact conversation I was having, but it involved me telling my son to put something in the closet.  Or “clo clo” as I put it that day. Lightbulb!

Clo Clo should be a female led indie band.  Something like Frente.  Go listen to their cover of “Bizarre Love Triangle”.  You’ll thank me later. Unless you don’t and then you are dead to me.