For the past six months, I've sat next to this guy at work we call BigRiv. He keeps a samurai sword on his desk, eats a burrito for lunch pretty much every day (which he calls a "'rito"), and has a tattoo of Abraham Lincoln with a pair of big ol' titties. Despite the intimidating blade, BigRiv makes my life generally better in the 50-plus hours a week we spend slouched over laptops, shoulder to shoulder.
Turns out that the guy's in a band called Pocket Hercules, and he recently hit me up over Gchat to ask if I knew any music writers who could give his new, self-titled LP a shout (I think he was too modest to ask me IRL). I said, "If only you worked at a multibillion dollar media company where all your co-workers liked you, dug your music, and were totally cool with nepotism." He sighed and agreed. "If only!"
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