That right there is San Holo‘s workspace in the picure. He often times packs his pipe over the keyboard, which results in having to open up the computer, shaking the bits of tobacco out of it and closing it back up. Not to mention the meatsweats…Well it appears as though he is still looking for something. Judging by the title of the song here. What could it be? love? the tobacco pipe enthusiasts group? or the low ball cap with wide framed glasses alliance? Either way, we hope he finds it.
Guap.Out.
