My fingers are all cut up. It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone. And if I fell, who might catch me?
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.7.18
Just got out of work. Poured a glass of whiskey. On some principle. Or habit. This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.30.18
Not meaning to be insulting, but, it is a fool who thinks self-discovery can be accomplished during life.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.23.18
The beer is fine on the carpet. We’ll sleep tomorrow. So today, was not what I thought it would be. As though it ever could be to be begin with. Yet still, what I had vaguely schemed the first time I attempted waking this morning was far off from what was. But looking back, I…
The Veracious Facade 