Standing like a statue. A chin of stone, a heart of clay.
This weekend didn’t go at all like I planned it. It was a carwreck in a pretty big way. Now I’m sitting here, music fueling me, trying to deconstruct something that shouldn’t be messed with. I want to breathe fire. I’m not going to go into any detail, but let’s just say things came to a conclusion and it wasn’t pretty. It’s too bad I don’t drink, last night would have been a good night for a nice single malt to placate the worries that nip at me like little fish distracting me from what I should be thinking about. …