My Big, Dumb Life/A rather graphic act of love

I woke up this morning with a sore, throbbing face. Looking for something to take my mind off of things I checked my email to find that Harley, most likely in the wee hours of the morning, had dug through tons of old tour photos from early Interpol times and sent out some of the better ones. From here on out whenever I bemoan my situation, whenever I complain about my job, I will remember that once I was paid quite well to stand in front of the most pornographic mural in Berlin, maybe the world.