cold blooded old times
the dream woke me up at 2 a.m. this morning...me shooting someone in the chest and then someone shooting me right between the eyes...'i'm dead' i thought...so i started walking the streets, i see a person coming towards me...'this is the test to see if i am really dead or not'...the person turns out to be some college student...'sir, sir...can you buy me some beer? i'll give you 20 bucks' he asks...i must not be dead.
i wake up...i stare at the ceiling, out the window, roll over, snuggle under the blankets, flip over the pillow, thoughts racing from the shame of regret to wondering what is in the hatch on lost back to regret and 'the kind of memories that turn your bones to glass' (thank you bill callahan)
4:50 i get up and take an excessively long shower...
5:20 i go to the coast, where i sneeze and sneeze and sneeze (thank you hay fever)
6:30 i leave to coast and go into work, on the way i notice all of the school buses...summer's gone, can you feel it now?
i wake up...i stare at the ceiling, out the window, roll over, snuggle under the blankets, flip over the pillow, thoughts racing from the shame of regret to wondering what is in the hatch on lost back to regret and 'the kind of memories that turn your bones to glass' (thank you bill callahan)
4:50 i get up and take an excessively long shower...
5:20 i go to the coast, where i sneeze and sneeze and sneeze (thank you hay fever)
6:30 i leave to coast and go into work, on the way i notice all of the school buses...summer's gone, can you feel it now?