Tomorrow belongs to me...
Denver bound tonight. I'm getting in around 10:30pm and I'm nervous how it's gonna go. Gettin your ex to pick you up is a little dicey. I wish I had some new clothes or something, new glasses maybe. At any rate, I've been gone for over three months...Maybe four. I'm not sure. Grace broke it down for me on the phone the other day: in the last 8 months (between leaving for SF, going out on tour, and spending time in Louisville) we've seen each other about 30 days. One month out of eight. Not really a relationship. For a while I thought maybe I really screwed up. I shouldn't have gone out on tour with that band, I should have run it by her, ya know, been responsible. But this thing of ours was broke for a while.
I didn't mean to go on about this bullshit. I'm Denver bound...Hopefully dreadlocks went out of style while I was gone. Let's also hope showers got popular. Pace.
I didn't mean to go on about this bullshit. I'm Denver bound...Hopefully dreadlocks went out of style while I was gone. Let's also hope showers got popular. Pace.