Thursday, September 27, 2018

All The Rest

Honestly, I don't believe that anyone could have ever straightened me up. I'm not complaining. I haven't even told you the good stories. My mom thought of me as a success and that's  good enough for me. 

Could I have written what they wanted? Sung on-key? Learned scales on the fretboard? Looks like we'll never know for sure.

Love? I seem to be really good at it as long as I don't drag anyone else into it.

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