Sunday, August 24, 2014

Somewhere In Here

Life just doesn't fit me. You know those stories that run in the newspapers every few years? The ones where they take a homeless man, clean him up and put him in an expensive suit. Voila, GQ!

Well, I can't be "cleaned up." I've always pretended that I don't care. Maybe I do. Life's just too overwhelming for me. Too sad. The pants fall down and the shoulders sag. Some of it's too big for me. Some of it's too small. It's all too sad.

I remember the first time I played music onstage. That was it. That's what I do. Hail, hail rock'n'roll, indeed.

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