one year ago today
I was flying to Louisville
to see about a girl,
a gig, a house,
and a bridge to stolen brunch in Indiana.
even Greenspur Lane
didn't matter,
but what a difference
a year makes,
and here I am with fractured ribs.
here's to Dale and Pat,
and Hunter S. Thompson,
the past and how it prevails,
cheers to everything that happens to our hearts,
because it makes us us.