Ah, fuck. “Welcome me back.” No. “People don’t want to hear your little Tiny Town stories–” Little Aleppo. “–they want more John Mayer. They want John Mayest.” English doesn’t work that way. “Ask me about my clothes.” If I don’t, will you still talk about them? “Oh, yeah.” Go ahead, then. “My shoes were made … Continue reading You Should Have Seen This Coming, Honestly