This song was born from an email war with a friend from work.

Sort of like how those gangsta rappers are always disrespecting each other on their respective albums.

We’d fire emails backwards and forwards for days on end, coming up with poems putting the other person down.

And just like those gangsta rap guys, this went on until shots were eventually fired and Tupac Shakur was left lying in a bloody heap.

Well, the shots fired were actually more like rubber dart gun bullets, but let me tell you, getting a rubber dart in your eye fucking hurts.

Or so my friend said, after I shot him in the head.

Ahhh, good times. Good times.

Anyway, at one point I’d even gone to the extent of composing a three-verse song, complete with imagined chord progressions, called Dominic Smells Real Bad.

Then I thought it would be a shame to waste it, seeing as the chords actually seemed to work when I tried them out, so I rewrote it, and instead imagined a love triangle involving a nymphomaniac.

I think the only things that survived from the original composition was the bit about my friend being weak, being a hairy hippy freak, and being an accidental memory yet to be forgotten. I tried to work in “smells real bad” as well, but it didn’t work.

And so that’s how we get to here.

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