Sometimes, I wonder what song will be playing when I pile into the back of an eighteen-wheeler, and the kindly ambulance men and women have to pick my face off the wipers. Will it be Orbison’s candy colored clown which achingly ups-and-downs the scales as I breathe my last, or Notorious B.I.G’s **** her ‘til her **** ******?
Let Biggie rip. Xo
My children said the same thing about Saltburn.