I bought a bike last night, and the reason I chose this specific one was because it was pretty and matched the aesthetic I was going for. Then I wake up this morning and he’s dead.
I had never consciously heard of him up until I saw his name on my bike, I thought he was a design artist or something like that. Is this strange, or what? I killed Jimmy Buffet. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜