We t’s 4 a.m. at their invest Calabasas, 30 miles northwest of L.A., that he rented to record Battle Studies in.

We t’s 4 a.m. at their invest Calabasas, 30 miles northwest of L.A., that he rented to record Battle Studies in.

On any offered evening, he’s still awake. He’s possibly watched just a little 30 Rock, South Park or Family man, their favorite shows. He’s smoked only a little weed, gotten a great small buzz working, strike the FORWARD switch on a couple of Twitters and destroyed himself in Modern Warfare 2. All cozy in sweatpants and a hoodie, he often turns in now; if he has gotn’t by 7 a.m., it is time for the Xanax or an Ambien. He products some coffee, consumes breakfast, brushes his teeth, strikes the bath and appears in the front of a good big cabinet (he invested about $200,000 on clothing a year ago) asking himself certainly one of life’s more essential concerns: “Who the fuck do I would like to be today? Continue reading

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