In the midst of
built to spill
He was a sad manstrumming his guitarsweetlyangrilyslowlythen fast againmy best friend and iwatched him playand took solace in the shade,the shadow castas the sun setover the harborfound comfortin his voicesingingbeautifullypainfullyunderstanding wordsfilling the airwavesbooming out overthis gathering of peopleand words of gratitudefor everyonethank you
just bad luck
I was four beers deepwhen I thought to myselfmaybe I shouldn’t have hadthose four beers.Maybe I should haveapologized to youinstead. So I rode my biketo get a pack of cigarettes,and think it over.Then I took a shower,to wash away the smoke,and think it over. I sobered up.And then I drove North. I’m still not sure […]