I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
The stumbles and falls brought me here
And where was I the day before the day
That I first saw your lovely face
Now I see it everday
And I know that I am the luckiest. . .
Home from school. I'm sick. Sore throat and bad cough. I'll go in at around three and get my makeup work.
Yesterday was great.
Gretchen and I went and played at Wal Mart in Norton. Then we ate at Taco Bell.
After I took her home, I met Keaton at Uncle John's old house. He used my guitar and I used the bass I bought after him. We just jammed around for about an hour or so. I haven't had that much fun making music in quite some time. In fact, I haven't played like that since the demise of A Rolling Stop Sign. But hey, the past is the past. Better to let it stay there, I suppose.
But I'm starting to get my passion for things back. And that's great, because for awhile, I was afraid it was gone.
Maybe I'm getting a second chance. . .