“When the bass drops on Bill Withers’ Better Off Dead, it’s like 7 a.m. and I confess I’m looking over my shoulder once or twice just to make sure no one in Brooklyn is peeking into my third-floor window to see me in pajamas I haven’t washed for three weeks before I slide from sink to stove in one lo…”— Patrick Rosal, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Bill Withers, Better off Dead, Sadness