I Remember.
Music, for me, has always been tied to memory. Good or bad. The Decemberists played this morning while my iPod was on shuffle. Walking down Bushwick ave. I felt like I could have been back in Tuscan Kitchen with a paint brush in hand. That whole situation just makes me sad. Of course I want my dad to succeed. Why wouldn't I want his dream to come true? Something where he had the possibility of getting away from the corporate shits and actually making a living.
But it was a combination of bad management decisions and frivolous spending that caused Tuscan Kitchen to close less than a year after opening. Fuck Cape St. Claire.
Done over, in a better location, this could work. It would work well. But things are fucked now. Money is gone. There is more debt than ever. I really hate that it ended the way it did.
I just want something good for him.
But it was a combination of bad management decisions and frivolous spending that caused Tuscan Kitchen to close less than a year after opening. Fuck Cape St. Claire.
Done over, in a better location, this could work. It would work well. But things are fucked now. Money is gone. There is more debt than ever. I really hate that it ended the way it did.
I just want something good for him.