Dusty streets of a ghost town

The other day I was rocking cowboy boots, ripped jeans, button down sleeveless; super western. I walked around saying things like “y’all” and “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us”.

Today, I woke up to Honeyhoney “Thin Line” and now the rest of my day has that same old west undertone. Watch out, L.A., there’s a new sheriff in town.