aint gonna play no second fiddle
this week has been up and down and inspiring and depressing all in one bundled up mess. i woke up on wednesday with out enough time to think, just grabbed my shit and walked out the door. fifty five hours later i was sitting inside a funeral home with lots of stormy people, all comforting each other. moscas kindness and emotional straightforwardness transcended the grave, its still helping people. but the most amazing thing, the thing that makes it impossible to believe in coincidence - the funeral procession got stopped by a csx freight. and we all jumped out of the cars crying and laughing, singing hobo songs. josh said the casket felt a little lighter after that, so i think he caught it.
then i turned right around and stopped in denver to rest my eyes on a few familiar faces. family is everywhere, i always forget that. i got signed on to be a roadie come may and i'm wicked pumped.
and now in the desert it has been raining for hours, underpasses are flooded and people are getting swept away.