produced
raze
last_night
i
was
going
through
a
few
precarious
piles
of
cds
on
top
of
one
of
my
more
robust
shelves
.
things
i
never
bothered
to
put
away
that
kept
accumulating
until
they
grew
into
a
multi-part
mess
that
touched
the
ceiling
.
near
the
bottom
of
one
stack
of
plastic
packed
with
glossy
paper
was
an
album
i
produced
for
another
local
artist
.
it's
the
last
thing
of
it's
kind
i'll
ever
do
.
i
ended
up
playing
most
of
the
instruments
myself
because
the
guy's
band
couldn't
be
bothered
to
show
up
for
him
when
he
was
broke
.
he
called
these
people
his
friends
.
he
still
does
.
i
told
him
i'd
record
and
clothe
his
songs
for
free
.
i
meant
it
.
the
only
reason
i
got
paid
anything
was
because
he
managed
to
get
a
grant
from
the
city
.
he
lied
about
when
the
songs
were
written
to
weasel
his
way
into
a
different
grant
that
went
straight
into
his
pocket
.
this
music
was
going
to
reach
people
who
had
no
idea
who
i
was
.
i
thought
it
might
lead
to
some
pretty
exciting
opportunities.
past
that
,
i
was
proud
of
the
work
i'd
done
.
i
even
handled
the
cover
art
and
graphic design
side
of
things
when
another
one
of
his
supposed
friends
blew
him
off
, transcribing
his
lyrics
by
ear
because
he
couldn't
be
bothered
to
tell
me
what
they
were
.
before
i
could
get
the
art
files
to
a
printing
place
,
the
pandemic
hit
and
he
farted
out
a
different
set
of
songs
in
a
few
weeks
.
he
hopped
on
the
same
virtue
signalling bandwagon
everyone
else
was
humping
at
the
time
,
and
he
gave
the
big
promotional
push
to
a
bunch
of
hot
garbage
he
recorded
on
his
phone
.
turns
out
there's
a
reason
he
surrounds
himself
with
opportunists
who
throw
him
away
when
he's
served
his
purpose
.
he's
just
like
them
.
as
for
the
album
i
gave
three
years
of
my
life
to
,
he
buried
it
like
a
bad
seed
.
good_luck
finding
it
now
.
the
only
copy
in
existence
is
right
here
in
my
bedroom
.
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