You guys know I love me some Mozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I love a young, solo Morrissey like every girl who grew up in the 90s. But I sorta like him bloated and on the verge of having a heart attack, too. He’s vegan. He’s sweaty. He might collapse from the weight of his own ennui.
Just goes to show you that bodies fail for a whole host of reasons.
If you love some Morrissey, today is your day. Lemme hear about it.