"Photographs and brightly colored paper, are you mad..."
Night's like these are when I realize that my brother and I are actually blood related. I smell like a mixture of beer, tobacco, and tea. I had 50 year old turkish women hit on me, and I hit on young, indie, 20 year olds. The bands that played went from Alternative to Rock to Bluegrass. It was 60 degrees out and I didn't have to wear a jacket over my t-shirt. The wind preceding the first set of thunderstorms meant to last until Saturday night is blowing past my window curtains. All is good in the world.