I’m cracking. I’ve cracked. Things began getting dicey around the new year. Mid January brought some hope that it was just a bluesy blip. By early February, I was regularly playing handball with my own shit. All hell broke loose by the middle of February. I’d say that is right about when the straw hit the camels fan.
I am in desperate need of some homogenization. White on white. $5 milkshakes. Hot showers. Cold rain. Cameras on 41st Ave. Shoes & Socks. Jackie Greene. Sierra Nevada on tap. Loyal teammates. Family & friends. Cuz everything and everybody here is wayyy too Down to Earth, and I simply can’t take it any longer.