The art director was lovingly patient with my slant & tweaks, volleyed by Fed Ex between Universal City & wherever I was crashing.
The song was terminally attached as a silent backstory to the final album art as a precursor in-progress, but also as an unresolved addendum after a smear of time intermingling fugitive captivations & passionless industry that, when coupled, resulted in singular sudden ends. Somewhere between, this below draft of Faithful Shooter was caught on the 'corder.
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