2004
2004. Not my best year. Might even go down as the worst.
All you really need to know is this: The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'm alive and well and living in the land of dreams.
Been laying low since that awful day in May. Cowardly, I know. But it was the only way to save my own ass. And if you know me at all, you know I'll do pretty much anything to save my own ass.
I spent some time in Tibet. Met a girl. Met a guy. Had my fill of both. Focused on the music. Climbed a mountain. Wrote a few songs.
So. Here it is. A new year. A new start. Or something.
Anyway, I'm back. And I don't care if I never see certain uh, individuals again.
Lindsey McDonald
Angel
137 Words
All you really need to know is this: The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'm alive and well and living in the land of dreams.
Been laying low since that awful day in May. Cowardly, I know. But it was the only way to save my own ass. And if you know me at all, you know I'll do pretty much anything to save my own ass.
I spent some time in Tibet. Met a girl. Met a guy. Had my fill of both. Focused on the music. Climbed a mountain. Wrote a few songs.
So. Here it is. A new year. A new start. Or something.
Anyway, I'm back. And I don't care if I never see certain uh, individuals again.
Lindsey McDonald
Angel
137 Words