But, the chiodos bros. told me so.
Four hours of roaming the neighborhood in the dead of night, getting lost in the woods, holding a council on a fallen tree, three men's opinions on five separate issues and one thirty mile drive later... all I'm saying is, no matter the support I'm scared. Never mind the balls to the wall mentality, or how right they are... I'm getting dodgy. DODGY WITH MY BROTHERS?! Since when? The fact remains, failure doesn't bode well with me. I've got a sure fire way to do things right, but I don't know that all the parts are present. I'm afraid of losing my excuses. Of committing. Success always just comes. I am as a general rule, fortunate in that regard. Passion, conviction.. all the things i value, i'm questioning just to make an exception. Because I've committed. Maybe too early? More likely, far too late. I watched a train pass and wanted it more than anything. I knew i loved it way too much and when I said so, all b had to say was "a lot of shit going down on that train... and it's just going away." and i fucking get it. But, maybe I missed it. There's a window of opportunity, maybe I just missed it. Maybe if I don't act, i'll never really know. Maybe I need this more than anything. Or maybe, this is what it means.. this is where I come undone. This is where I flee and make it final. Do I quit? Do I wait? Do I really have the power to do anything but those two?
Name the last time I wrote about something other than you.
Name the last time I wrote about something other than you.