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Today I woke up on the living room floor. ..Well, whatever you can closely account to being a living room floor in the vaguest sense. .. Let me fix that.
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Today I woke up on a dirty patch of upfolded carpet substitute, next to a fold-out couch and a cheap bottle of wine from the downstairs restaurant. Minneapolis gets me like that every time. I'm here a day early, performing at some.. 400 Bar tomorrow night. A mere $15 show that you think would have me more excited. ..Not everything can be viewed through the deceived eyes of an anxious child, though. So I'll just sit, unmotivated. and hungover.
There's something about touring that takes away the joy of vacation spots, right? I can't count the number of times I've walked the streets in this town. The amount of visits I've paid to lowly shops and corner parks, the immediate knowing of every crack, bump, graffiti sprawling out the names of lovers on the sidewalk.. all of it. And every town is becoming like this one. Another memory replayed over and over again right in front of my eyes.
..The faucet's leaking in the other room. No words are pouring out of it, and again it's way too quiet. I think I need to go for another familiar walk.
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Today I woke up on a dirty patch of upfolded carpet substitute, next to a fold-out couch and a cheap bottle of wine from the downstairs restaurant. Minneapolis gets me like that every time. I'm here a day early, performing at some.. 400 Bar tomorrow night. A mere $15 show that you think would have me more excited. ..Not everything can be viewed through the deceived eyes of an anxious child, though. So I'll just sit, unmotivated. and hungover.
There's something about touring that takes away the joy of vacation spots, right? I can't count the number of times I've walked the streets in this town. The amount of visits I've paid to lowly shops and corner parks, the immediate knowing of every crack, bump, graffiti sprawling out the names of lovers on the sidewalk.. all of it. And every town is becoming like this one. Another memory replayed over and over again right in front of my eyes.
..The faucet's leaking in the other room. No words are pouring out of it, and again it's way too quiet. I think I need to go for another familiar walk.