Mar 14, 2008 14:47
in the dream i was at this park we had in west chester where we used to go smoke pot, theres a road and on the left is a bunch of ponds and trails on the right is a forest but this time the right was another park back in savannah that is one big trail with swamps on either side, i started going left then i saw austin and tom going the other way so i started to follow them but immediately to the left of the trail was this old miserable white guy with white hair playing a bad song on accoustic guitar the only words i remember were "i still have half of her glass, i'd never smoked so much weed" and he suddenly turned even older and being interviewed in a coffee shop awkwardly laughing really loud for a minute; im afraid that old man was me or will be me
"you will be the one drying up in conversation, all of your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love"