A playlist about Michael 🧡🐍
Here we go! Did I had the nerve to project my own music taste into Mikey? Of course. Jokes aside, I can't stop thinking about how this man relies on the good ol' pictures and music to cope. My song selection might be a little all over the place, but the general concept is: This guy spends his days smoking, drinking and listening to music by the pool. Think about it, he's a fucking mess who can't stand his own thoughts. He feels absolutely alone, his family hates him and no stripper will help that. So he lays under the sun trying to cheer himself up with music. The first half of this playlist represents this attempt to scape and feel something. He rememembers the good times, his youth. They were most likely shitty and desperate times, but that's all he's got. Now he's empty. And here comes the other half of the playlist, the kinda depressive and emotional one. I'm sure that when he's not flat on his ass, slacking off in his fancy house, he's probably just driving nowhere. He can let himself go when he's all alone. Don't get me wrong, this man won't shed a tear. But for him, an empty highway and these pathetic songs are... catharsis.
