I often think that disco got so convoluted, what with the angel dust flowing through the air and all of the sequins and glitter blinding everyone, that beats and songs were often re-used without anybody really noticing or giving a fuck.
Getting caught by my ultra-Christian, ultra-lame neighbors for smoking weed, and having them bitch me out in a disappointed tone for 45 minutes made me so thankful my dad was way too stoned to actually parent... Love you, Dad!
