prolific punctuation.
it's late, i gotta hurry.
i just set two of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums to pour from the speakers overhead.
this is my time frame.
five minutes hardly seems appropriate, but at six o'clock what's to be done?
i've rehatched one solid metric shitload of the past year tonight with one fine example of chat room clarity.
golly, five minutes was a bit optimistic. how 'bout a beer's worth.
i'm just shy of bein' ready to give up the whole effin' r'n'r' life with the late nights, the pursuance, the trouble.
the trouble, what's been lurkin' 'round ev'ry bend.
i hereby relinquish any hold i've been tryin' to maintain on being anything anyone could remotely relate with being "with it".
i ain't. i think about all past attempts, all of which could be graded a c minus at best.
let's face it, i'm the only twenty-three year old i know that can pass for a forty-something. believe me, it's happened. my hair's falling out, i sound like sam elliot, and i'm still pretty sure i could tell you what i was doing when jfk was shot.
i ain't yet content, but i'm startin' to get a feel for what that might be.
hell, i appreciate it if you made it this far, but i really can't get much further at this point. my apologies. i'll pick this up at a later date.
i promise.
g'night all, safe travels.
dave.
i just set two of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums to pour from the speakers overhead.
this is my time frame.
five minutes hardly seems appropriate, but at six o'clock what's to be done?
i've rehatched one solid metric shitload of the past year tonight with one fine example of chat room clarity.
golly, five minutes was a bit optimistic. how 'bout a beer's worth.
i'm just shy of bein' ready to give up the whole effin' r'n'r' life with the late nights, the pursuance, the trouble.
the trouble, what's been lurkin' 'round ev'ry bend.
i hereby relinquish any hold i've been tryin' to maintain on being anything anyone could remotely relate with being "with it".
i ain't. i think about all past attempts, all of which could be graded a c minus at best.
let's face it, i'm the only twenty-three year old i know that can pass for a forty-something. believe me, it's happened. my hair's falling out, i sound like sam elliot, and i'm still pretty sure i could tell you what i was doing when jfk was shot.
i ain't yet content, but i'm startin' to get a feel for what that might be.
hell, i appreciate it if you made it this far, but i really can't get much further at this point. my apologies. i'll pick this up at a later date.
i promise.
g'night all, safe travels.
dave.